Not that you're the one. Not to say I'm right. Not to say today. And not to say a thing tonight. . But suffice it to say. We're leaving things unsaid.
Like anyone would be. I am flattered by your fascination with me. Like any hotblooded human. I have simply wanted an object to crave. . But you. You're not allowed.
Holding my own, but sometimes. I think I might break. Fragile in one breath. Still, like a dark chameleon. Then I'm strong and brave. . Wearing it well.
Here it goes and this won't take long. Just let me dedicate a song. To a girl that turned this boy to stone. And you know who you are?. Here's a hint, she doesn't have a car.
All day staring at the ceiling. Making friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me. That I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something.
All day staring at the ceiling. Making friends with shadows on my wall. All night hearing voices telling me. That I should get some sleep. Because tomorrow might be good for something.
Here we go through the wide open spaces. oh cold winds blow sands of time in our faces. beggars plead with others greed in high places. oh love is won love is lost leaves no traces.