I'm sitting on the edge... Of every word you've said My mind will wander on The excuse is growing long
So while I think and recover My heart still grows fonder
I've fallen into this sleep That keeps me down on my luck So I can hardly wake myself I can never awake myself I can never account for anything
I need a good excuse To replay the scenes inside my head But I'm so fucking sick of it I'm tired of trying to sleep While all that I can see is your Ghostly complexion, your lack of intellection You're the scabs on my knees; You're just a fucking disease
But you're all that I can think about... But you're all that I can think about
You're all I can think about
I've fallen into this sleep That keeps me down on my luck So I can hardly wake myself I can never awake myself I can never account for anythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.