Plastic blue
Invitations in my room
I've been waiting here
Time is the promise
It turns and tells them what to
Farewell,
This blackened eye.
Your learned your lessons falling down.
Far beh
I think my friend said, "I hear footsteps."
I wore my
It's getting late
It all just wanes and pales and
They're getting ugly
They're a horror show
And now we're laughing
Because the
Children behave
That's what they say when we're together
And watch how
I finally have a finalized version of the lyrics, here
Waiting, as I'm wanting to.
Speaking as I'm spoken to.
Changing to
Hands cover whispers of the lovers' fright
Fear-cloaked renditions of that
Waiting for their minds to fall asleep
Sneaking out the door
Turn around, look at what you see
In her face, the
Five glasses changed my mind.
Seems like the ticking hands are
I think it happened at nighttime
A cold rain drizzled down
A voice moves silent through
the twisted city streets
The eyes from
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