In the waking hours I see I’ve become the epitome The quintessential man of dreams The archetype, or so it seems But in the morning light I find In this state of mind These are notions falsified By shadows buried deep inside
You’re too good for the likes of me You make me better than I ought to be
I bit off more than I could chew And I might choke to death Devoured every piece of you And I can’t catch my breath And it’s all because of you It’s all because I bit off way more than I could chew And I can’t catch my breath
Memories they speak to me And offer dreams that cannot be I think about this constantly What if things went differently? Would I have become a king? You were all encompassing But like the snowy death of spring My confidence keeps withering
You’re too good for the likes of me You make me better than I ought to be
Suffocating…cold and blue I have to stop comparing everything to you I’ll never find something new Comparing everything to you I’m delusional
Suffocate these daydreams Overwhelmed by these delusionsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
