I lost my mind two days after you left
And I just now got it back
But you'll never hear a word of this
We're a runaway train jumping the track
The truth is I may have what you need
And I wanted to carry your past
But my heart has never been wired that way
Marked from the start, we weren't meant to last
Callused hands always left me raw
Your parts rubbing mine to the bone
An exposure too real to handle
I'm just better when I'm alone
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
I lost my mind two days after you left
And I just now got it back
But you'll never hear a word of this
We're a runaway train jumping the track
The truth is I may have what you need
And I wanted to carry your past
But my heart has never been wired that way
Marked from the start, we weren't meant to last
Callused hands always left me raw
Your parts rubbing mine to the bone
An exposure too real to handle
I'm just better when I'm alone
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