You must understand I'd take your place in a heartbeat
You
Take your turn to lean on me
I've leaned on you
This is a callout
I just wanted to let you know
You're a child, crayon in hand
You're out of line again
Like a string around my finger you remind me
Of what
So much for being alone
Cold peace on my own
I'll cut
True friends stab you in the front; you've got my
Clip my wings before I fly
Clip my wings so I
I've read all I need to
From the look on the
She's grabbing hold of my eyes
Always in focus
But she doesn't
Self-revelation hits me like a brick; it's four A.M.
Sleep's out
(one, two, three, four, five, six)
No fool's eye to recognize
Where
I swear I've seen it all before
I swear this vice