Album : Text Bomb
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
They cross me.
These streaks of agate.
They’re red and warning.
But I’m already out of bed.
They cross me.
These streets, like a death.
Bright and sunny.
This is fast becoming.
Not my design.
This isn’t what I had in mind.
It struck me.
Last night, what you said.
It’s almost funny.
How quickly you forget.
This is fast becoming not my design.
I think it’s up and running from what I had in mind.
This isn’t what I had in mind.
They cross me.   These streaks of agate.   They’re red and warning.   But I’m already out of bed.   They cross me.   These streets, like a death.   Bright and sunny.   This is fast becoming.   Not my design.   This isn’t what I had in mind.   It struck me.   Last night, what you said.   It’s almost funny.   How quickly you forget.   This is fast becoming not my design.   I think it’s up and running from what I had in mind.   This isn’t what I had in mind.