skipping
look at me now oh, the way my insanity gives me hope that Ill be fine somehow in this shelter by the road see through it now oh, I wish I could show you without words my collection of doom, all the stories of rise and fall but can I choose to bleed without losing blood and can we keep it neat by staying worlds apart and will the crumbs you leave lead me to my home I dont think so, I dont think so and I cut the rope with a knife of gold but it all grows back in a second Id hate you to know, wed be better off sticking to the lines, skipping that one caught by the eye of the storm when will I find my way home look at me now oh, the way my insanity gives me hope that Ill be fine somehow in this shelter by the road
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