If I could slip away I'd choose to hold you 'til the end
and beg for your attention like the tragedy of men
There's something to be said about the effort we we put in
but it amounts to nothing when we realize our skin
The lessons come in pieces and the the puzzle always was
we put it back together or we make another one
I'd rather lay my cards among the weeds and let them choke
and call them as I see them, you're not all that I have known
So even if emotions and the thought of you remain
I'll take you in like winter, let the cold run through my veins
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
If I could slip away I'd choose to hold you 'til the end
and beg for your attention like the tragedy of men
There's something to be said about the effort we we put in
but it amounts to nothing when we realize our skin
The lessons come in pieces and the the puzzle always was
we put it back together or we make another one
I'd rather lay my cards among the weeds and let them choke
and call them as I see them, you're not all that I have known
So even if emotions and the thought of you remain
I'll take you in like winter, let the cold run through my veins
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