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| Lagwagon : Burn |
You won't find me condescending at your closed door
You won't hear how they feel.
cuz you've been there before
The holiday's the hardest time to fill in all the blanks
And you don't need anyone to correct your mistakes
Wrap yourself up in only math of our world
Fill up the holes in your full heart with details
For all the riddles solved and every puzzle you complete
Can't seem to find the pieces to the heart that beats
You'll master every task but always by the book
Then log it in your past with risk that you once took
They left you then, they'll hurt you now
Can't get too close to you or you will cut them down
And any fool can play
I'll raise the stakes with another turn
We risk, we roll and we burn
At arms length you never get hit
There's too much to gamble when you let someone in
My true friend I'm spewing
with anyone more positive
I just might spill some notable insight
I didn't think before I purged
So here I am attempting to unlock the closed door
I wouldn't break it down 'cause you'd be gone for sure
You might say something nice of me and send it in a card
Or under whiskey breath slur kind words at the bar
its alright for me waiting patiently
While you stay afloat in the tank you built
We sink, we'll never learn
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Common misspellings on this band:
plagwagon |
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