Your a brittle ***** believer dreaming of the days
A devil hearted deciever
A careful little game
Of listening for a phone to ring
The static, the reciever, talk until you say
Something I believe in
Careful in your ways
I say goodbye
I'll miss you
I wish that you could stay,
But
Your a danger to yourself
Finding your own way out
Means a bullet to your brain
Finding your own way home
Singing all the way
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 12:04 AM UTC
Your a brittle ***** believer dreaming of the days
A devil hearted deciever
A careful little game
Of listening for a phone to ring
The static, the reciever, talk until you say
Something I believe in
Careful in your ways
I say goodbye
I'll miss you
I wish that you could stay,
But
Your a danger to yourself
Finding your own way out
Means a bullet to your brain
Finding your own way home
Singing all the way
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