A road to ruin paved with gold, a plot line ready to unfold
A damsel living with distress
Another big, Caucasian mess
You were the only one worth waking up to
You make me, in time I’ll make you back too
When everything is falling apart
You still manage to stir my heart
You are the handlebar to grip for life
When my situations and my laces untied
I fell around the phone and that’s where I woke up
I woke up there alone
If you say to me you ache then I ache in the same place
A day spent turning people off
You say you’ve got a pancake cough
You are the light through venetian blinds, dear
You make the dictators change their minds here
I dove into your open lungs
And the cat inside ripped out my tongue
You wish and dream that it’s April first
And the feeling of the stop-and-go won’t mind
I fell around your feet and that’s where I’d throw up
But you’re still underneath
You grew a disguise on your face always
You knew exactly what to say always
Your skull protects the admiral
He wants all of us to pay in full
So, don’t you worry and wain for us
‘Cause there’s no sense for both sides to freak
I fell around the stone and that’s where I’ll grow up
I’ll grow up here alone
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