with stain and split your heart from my name... so drive away your mouth from my ears and waste a day so I can think clearly and what's left to wait for
bent at the knee, a last resort backfired and made things worse once on the bus, it was quite possible you'd be the jailhouse queen jury and judge were
it's a backwards attraction to your forward eyes but you're so far-sighted that you can't place trust in what or who you recognize we sped the Plymouth
they wash behind their ears and let their hair down 'til the audiences leave I'm definitely shaking the silence isn't breaking backwashed and stranded memories of something
too close without apologies cutthroat; cut out candid glimpses and wind me up; I'm ready can't escape this line of best fit I remember being inside something