| I don’t need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
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| (Let them take what is left of me.)
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| I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
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| (Am I all alone?)
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| I don’t need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
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| (Let them take what is left of me)
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| I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
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| (Am I all alone?.)
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| Live it up, while you wait for it.
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| Live it up, lose a day for it.
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| And I know it goes without saying that the modern complexion is irrelevant here.
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| That the only means of air flow is brought by the scent of your hair.
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| That candlelight serves better on the inside not out.
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| That the square engulfs the circle like the scream engulfs a shout.
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| I’m made of stone.
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| Medicate the unknown.
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| Serve me in small pieces,
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| So you’ll never eat alone.
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| I don’t need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
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| (Let them take what is left of me.)
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| I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
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| (Am I all alone?)
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| I don’t need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
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| (Let them take what is left of me.)
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| I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
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| (Am I all alone?)
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| You hold onto a fraction of the pigmentation that was left behind.
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| Rubble, built on lies.
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| And I know that we were happy well before it was said.
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| That the involuntary motion never felt so bad.
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| Tasting every single notion of my writers block is just cause and effect of
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| staring at this clock.
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| Now I’m walking to the ocean looking to the sea.
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| Praying it will drown my sorrow with what’s left of me.
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| Fill my lungs. |
| now there’s nothing left to say.
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| I don’t need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
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| (Let them take what is left of me.)
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| I just need to find my soul when the lights go out.
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| (Am I all alone?)
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| I don’t need to wait for somebody just to call my own.
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| I just need to find my soul when the lights go out. |