I know that phone number all too well
The burn of metal all to well
Your speedy driving
Knowing something is so very wrong
I know your yelling like a witches spell
So loud and there's a dinging in my head, a bell
October has it out for me
Get your drinks and your music,
I'm hiding under the covers
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
I know that phone number all too well
The burn of metal all to well
Your speedy driving
Knowing something is so very wrong
I know your yelling like a witches spell
So loud and there's a dinging in my head, a bell
October has it out for me
Get your drinks and your music,
I'm hiding under the covers
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