caramia blank notebook and a back pocket fade you used to mock me sometimes i would cry when i was home later cause you hurt my feelings why why why (why why why) you said write it down in your notebook my wanna be harriet the spy and some say your genius (genius) is in your madness (madness) will you get better (will you get better) and then will you leave us (will you leave us)
how you mixed with the darkness at such a young age (until in your chemistry) until in your chemistry (silence and violence) silence and violence (silence and violence) turned silence to rage (turned silence to rage) ah
why are dreaming this one shoe off and a bridge to cross over and where is your taxi fare are you left by yourself or left by your lover (are you left by your lover) for three nights straight now i dream i kept both of my shoes but i've forgotten my lines and i've misplaced my cues and there's a sea full of faces and a show to go on but i'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from
there were the secrets the big bang and the bigger joke you seem to know all of them that's why injustice makes you red with choke yeah but you love like you're desperate you don't know what love is (if there was one thing) and i thought if there was one thing i could give you one thing i could give you (if there was one thing) well maybe it was this the head on the bed board (sadness) the anguished repeat (sadness) the sweat of our sadness (sweat of our sadness) and the twist of the sheets (twist of the sheets) i don't want whats best for you where will i be when you've found it (where will i where will i) you know i pray a lot about these bad feelings inside (where will i where will i be) i can't pray my way through or around it
hey why are dreaming this one shoe off and a bridge to cross over (and a bridge to cross over) and where is your taxi fare are you left by yourself (are you left) or left by your lover (by yourself) for three nights straight now (left by your lover) you know i keep both of my shoes (i've got bad feelings inside) but i've forgotten my lines (i can't pray through) i've misplaced my cues (i can't pray my way around it) and there's a sea full of faces and a show to go on i'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from
nothing to draw from
Compositores: Emily Ann Saliers, Amy Elizabeth Ray ECAD: Obra #4017990