Run aground
play real foul
you say I'm the ***** dame
beneath your ***** scowl
Oh, a soldier of fortune you are not
Oh, the circles you swim
to believe anything
make icy waters
boiling hot
Oh, you like to say you're in the know
a little girl in a grown man's closet
waiting for the sun to get low
you might say you're superstitions
but you never learned the mythos
Halloween is over,
Now go on home and
rattle your bones and tell Teddy
why you sleep alone
Lie alone with your lies, child
The audience is gone
Give yourself whatever performance you need
to explain away all your misdeeds, but
9/10 lifeboats can't be wrong
(maybe you stared too long)
You say I am the morning
I might just be just your morning
But even if it's what you don't like
I will always be his night.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:13 AM UTC
Run aground
play real foul
you say I'm the ***** dame
beneath your ***** scowl
Oh, a soldier of fortune you are not
Oh, the circles you swim
to believe anything
make icy waters
boiling hot
Oh, you like to say you're in the know
a little girl in a grown man's closet
waiting for the sun to get low
you might say you're superstitions
but you never learned the mythos
Halloween is over,
Now go on home and
rattle your bones and tell Teddy
why you sleep alone
Lie alone with your lies, child
The audience is gone
Give yourself whatever performance you need
to explain away all your misdeeds, but
9/10 lifeboats can't be wrong
(maybe you stared too long)
You say I am the morning
I might just be just your morning
But even if it's what you don't like
I will always be his night.
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