You try and fill my mind with doubt
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Say I've forgotten who I am
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But maybe you've forgotten how to understand...so
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Have your whispers, I excused myself too soon
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Antisocial, maybe yes and maybe you
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Two days after the flood begins to settle down
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I sit alone in a room full of friends
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My would-be savior slips something into my
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mouth...for kicks
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You live a life without regret
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Bend a truth until it breaks
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I thought I'd seen you at your best
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But my mistake...so
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Have your whispers, I excused myself too soon
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Antisocial, maybe yes and maybe you
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Two days after the flood begins to settle down
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I sit alone in a room full of friends
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My would-be savior slips something into my
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mouth...for kicks
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sorry as you are
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what do you know
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you have to think this through
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on your own
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tries to play it safe
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wants to be afraid
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cannot do the same
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push it away
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You try and fill my mind with doubt
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Say I've forgotten who I am
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But maybe you've forgotten how to understand...so
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Have your whispers, I excused myself too soon
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Antisocial, maybe yes and maybe you
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Two days after the flood begins to settle down
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I sit alone in a room full of friends
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My would-be savior takes me in
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for kicks
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for kicks
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for kicks
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tries to play it safe
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wants to be afraid
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cannot do the same
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push it away
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My Would-Be Saviour
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