Written by: Matt Powell
Wake me from my disenchanting paper dreams
Shake
To fool my soul
I've heard all they're alibis
About being insane
Being
You just thought that you knew about rumors man
But you
Now what you gonna do
Don't you dare look at me
You heard that I was taking it bad
All of this
Its funny how some people dream
They put on a show
Put the past away
Slow things down
A crimes been committed
Theres
If it turns blue, I should leave her alone
If it
My windshield's cracked
Just like my heart
My tires are all flat
Just
I often wonder in my mind
If Ive made a mistake
Cause
Ive died a thousand times since you left me
Stared down
Im not as good as I advertise
But then again, who
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