god i feel like hell
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for myself and you
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and i hate myself
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to end absolute
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walking still below ceilings
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going round and round
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nine in the evening now
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and i ain't never shared
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more than times allowed
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without you leading
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i could just stay and fight
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oh i'd still feel justified
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but i don't always do what i intend
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my mind stands to fail
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with or without much deatail
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and for that it's far too late
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standing still but not believing
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that talking round and round
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will a solve everything right now
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and i ain't never dared
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let a word slip out
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do you breathe when speaking?
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cause i've been here all night
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and you talked your throat fucking dry
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did you even mean a word you said?
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my mind stands to fail
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with or without much detail
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and i can do without distractions
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god i feel like hell
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for myself and you
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and i hate myself
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to end so absolute
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my mind stands to fail
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with or without much detail
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it's best left unsaid
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let's accept mistakes were made
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Blue Times Two
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