Looks like you've won here,
Dragging hits for days,
These lies they burn holes through my own clothes,
It's not easy to say it,
With comfort eyes turned lazy,
You laugh like a hyena,
Looking like a winner,
Big swollen lip tier,
I swear these walls can hear,
I've got another fresh scar,
This night wasn't real planned,
We took off with no notice,
So unaware,
When you come home will you tell my parents that I'm dead?
It's what they'd want,
I know its extreme but it's okay now,
We don't even have the same colored eyes,
Sometimes we dive far,
Through your secrets like it's part of our business,
Sometimes I get real desperate to know things,
I'd risk a limb or life,
Or something precious,
Let's all collect the prize,
Not enough for the righteous punks,
That preach with flames,
Still we don't give ourselves the chance to laugh,
If I threw myself at you,
Could you honestly say that this is something you've been wanting,
(Tell me that this isn't crazy),
If I threw myself at you,
(Like before),
Could you say that this is nothing like it was when I was alive,
When you come home will you tell my parents that I'm dead?
It's what they'd want,
Look I know this sounds crazy,
But just look in my eyes,
You'll see that I'm not really there...
©retroletgo
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