Every night I lie awake and every night I find a way. Break the news and drive a stake. Deprive my life from something great.
the same day I sat her down, told her I couldn't stick around, descend the steps to another dorm: to a blonde mess to be ignored.
Stayed until she closed her lids and slid the covers to her chin, took the key and tip toe slipped out her room and down more steps.
Out the door from the rest to a moon that barely crest I kept going and never less to find myself or what's left
I never claimed to be a saint a starving faint smudging paint but...
Chorus
Yeah man I hear what you're saying
Sounds better if I sang it.
Come back to find my dorm mate laying with a liquid fate and A dame her face the same as always but different each waking state
But who am I to call him out cuz I visit Vicky in the shower just to plow her then denounce her doesn't matter wilted flower
Come back if you have the power, but I won't be there, left without ya. To a cold track meant to douse ya. And every mama I encounter. It's a sickness and a ladder.
Make sense?
Chatter chatter im the hatter mad as bats so cut the laughter ratatat my mouth is badder slinging cannons at your castle
This EP is written by one of my best friends, and a brother of mine (Andrew Costantino), it kept me writing my album and should be listened to by everyone. So take the time and do yourself a favor. Brother Sam
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