buried among
other favorites
you sing to me
about the girl
I used to be
beautiful
yet
reckless
oblivious
preoccupied with
my own
pain or gain
so naive
I dreamed then
I was naked
I dream now
I'm behind the
steering wheel
but the car's
driving me
out of control
out to sea
I hear your voice
and I want you
to come over
and wrap your
arms around me
I've grown older now
I'd never let you down
but then, too soon
the music changes
**** ******* jagger
reminds me
I've already
found what
I need
but instead of
being comforting
the choir, that chorus
it mocks me
and
it taunts me
maybe I will blow
a 50-amp fuse
I'm tired of
the self-abuse
I already have
what I need
but I think
you're what
I want
you're what
I feel
but it's
not real
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
buried among
other favorites
you sing to me
about the girl
I used to be
beautiful
yet
reckless
oblivious
preoccupied with
my own
pain or gain
so naive
I dreamed then
I was naked
I dream now
I'm behind the
steering wheel
but the car's
driving me
out of control
out to sea
I hear your voice
and I want you
to come over
and wrap your
arms around me
I've grown older now
I'd never let you down
but then, too soon
the music changes
**** ******* jagger
reminds me
I've already
found what
I need
but instead of
being comforting
the choir, that chorus
it mocks me
and
it taunts me
maybe I will blow
a 50-amp fuse
I'm tired of
the self-abuse
I already have
what I need
but I think
you're what
I want
you're what
I feel
but it's
not real
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