|
Yea I'm buring faces, and covering the tracks |
|
Your eyes are so nice, I want their focus |
|
And it won't be long 'til, 'til you think twice of me. |
|
We owe you nothing |
|
Yeah the memory of a chance for you to be... |
|
Keeps me glued, handcuffed to you |
|
No apologizes this time, cause these 'lil guys numb my senses |
|
I have some wishes left |
|
And they're mine to keep |
|
We give bitch to the facts, I accept I accept |
|
And it may not make sense, but I felt your dead eyes |
|
These tears are on tap |
|
Goobye I'll send the letter tonight and it's addressed to you. |
|
"Ever want to punch that which you love? |
|
Ever wonder why you've been putting up with that which you hate? |
|
Well you might know where I'm coming from then." |