You better bet she let him in Because of what he says I put the baby first too soon She had me at lights off It’s a shame that I won’t tell her soon Likely future is blank He is a shining example from the right side I let a decree beat me down to my back Now I’m talking with an Irish Whip About how common place blshiz is I’m not saying I was Something that I was not That is a shame to see But not as much as you It is a shame to see But not as much as you Distressing letters sent to me Hold secrets left unread I don’t care because it’s dead People have told you things untrue I believe that is wrong Still look what we became She walks her way around and underneath me …now I’m living with that Irish whip Talk about common place blshiz I’m not saying I am Something that I am not That’s maybe a shame to see But not as much as you It’s maybe shame to see But not as much as you It's maybe a shame to see But not as much as you It can be a shame to see

This sick heat forms under red lights A meeting reforms life A caress comes to end beatings The great split to get out was made I hyped the idea To a dear old friend No misfires Just was the wrong scene He laughs as his kid inside dies Still I gave him innumerable tries A honeycomb as a drain stop middle man A way out on a one way flight I could try forever to make this case But for that you may be the wrong guy I think I had the wrong guy Prayer Under Leaves He seems aroused by christened missteps Which cremates not comforts sense Still I hung my head willingly in your hold At times These days I live within the case trio ignites truth What is wrong to me may be right to you Technicalities may help steal the face Mimicked in one known loser’s chase All the glory I choose to redact With perceived unknowns - They taint lines Did you think they remade the old house? How’d you feel knowing I aimed at your mouse? Call it fisting peaches with words Potential waste milking arms within appointed pit You came to me in chauffeured reprise You seem not as I expected That blue machine will break down Now the maverick hovers near panic Guessing When turns out she was cheating near him Guess it turns out she cheats near him Prayer Under Leaves Contemplate observed taste of an Ill vigor Eyes aid a new kind of switch Out executive pit KNOWN, not assumed, bad To a scene where mirror moonlighted as technicolor screen I recall contents of that room I recall some appeared to have made it through I wonder if miss partial to orange had a hunch Hideaway town to some remain a homeland Did she see me speed out from the light? Is somebody familiar waiting for me to slip? I think I know what to do Default draw the blinds pull a trigger Don’t tell her? Do I care what she knows? Or am I just ready when you’re ready to go?

Lost It on the ride out I haven't heard anything since Tried to sneak you in To this place I should feel safe And I don't think she knows why I am or maybe I should say how? I'm waiting on a call On a technicality in social etiquette Here on yet another day Where regret is bred Heard a little birdy say ''Sod your seed - the soil is bare'' Any lazy farmer boy Could pick that peach tree best And I won't say that I disagree completely For converted urbanities can still have morals Two steps back if you're able I don't wanna see you get away with temperament Rally back the tally of days again Again To count calories til the sheep return once again Here on yet every day lately regret is bred There are killers in high places There's a blockade at the dam To the bridge the trumpets play As she does something sweet And I don't think she knows who put it there And I don't think that she cares I love that

Instincts cook up a mess about half a mile out So I sit on a stool and plate damage control To be built up To be building Not where you may but where they perceive you should What's me to them really though? I shamefully shuffle past the end of the block After slipknotting my rational motor functionless To be lit up To be gas kissed To be a pawn but dress like a prince And be treated as such When the lights were on And people were there Only when there are things to prove I don't need much But I want a hell of a whole lot of a thing or two Like honesty Those new brighton city quiet thrills Passing with she through seasons of wither When we could have made it to the new house by spring To be switched up on Cause it's so hard To be out on a limb for somebody to crush Designated mulch When the lights were dimmed and I was away By those in social sway Still don't need much But I'd love a hell of a whole lot of a thing or two Like empathy Those new brighton city quiet thrills You don't have me sometimes like I don't Let me help you light the way to cope