I keep forgetting which glass is mine
Oh, what I mess I keep making I can explain
Why I can't shake this second hand weight
Or drown you off my lips
You're laced to my water colored tounge
Buzzing between each breathe I take
Something takes over
Laughs into my ears saying he's already forgotten
Have to convince myself I'd rather be the lost one
Rather be the clif hanger than the unhappy ending
Oh **** I'm sorry
I've stepped in it havent I
All over your shoes I'm so sorry
What a mess I'm making
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
I keep forgetting which glass is mine
Oh, what I mess I keep making I can explain
Why I can't shake this second hand weight
Or drown you off my lips
You're laced to my water colored tounge
Buzzing between each breathe I take
Something takes over
Laughs into my ears saying he's already forgotten
Have to convince myself I'd rather be the lost one
Rather be the clif hanger than the unhappy ending
Oh **** I'm sorry
I've stepped in it havent I
All over your shoes I'm so sorry
What a mess I'm making
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