i gave up on you
you can't read signs
& you just can't...
just can't do the math
i smell all the threats
the threats of messing with you
it's called ******* up my own head
..so a few steps back is relief
more steps back is redemption
..says my smiling soul..
..so i'll head back
straight to my dreamer's couch
to nurse my swaying emotions
..i need an explosive kind of thing
and real chemistry..