Mind over measure Guidance under pressure You were my home Oh now I feel the prison Calling from the quicksand
Let me let you about the time I walked into a bus ride Fuckers took my hard drive We got held up ages before I could mail her Now my car was towed away The day before that Course I couldn’t afford that Which lead me to this bus ride Where now I’ve got my hands tied
Mind over measure Guidance under pressure You were my home Oh now I feel the prison Calling from the quicksand
It’s in the moment don’t fit The timing now Or the context and I’m up the walls I’m only leading on what If felt like last time It’s not what I wanted Don’t feel the weight on you Or the hope that You’ll learn from mine I wouldn’t burden her if I’m not in my mindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
