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but it seems i ve made a mess
We will never be the same, that i m not all there is to blame, as if the hurt could balance
now i m watching you backpedal
a willing keen participant
now its nagging me confess
As if the hurt could balance, but it seems i ve made a mess
a willing keen participant
The more the walls begin to flake, your memory s inventive
this wasn t meant to be special
And how could you brag confidence, but it seems i ve made a mess Naked, we will never be the same
that i m not all there is to blame
I won t ever fall asleep, don t talk to me Famous, but it seems i ve made a mess
Just some pictures i could keep, don t talk to me Grow, i could improvise solutions
The more the walls begin to flake, until i m left with your admission
How you fucked it up again, you ve made your bed now sleep in it you prince, don t talk to me
the more the walls begin to flake
In rolling waves of incidents, and now i m sorry for explaining, in rolling waves of incidents
i could try to re-frame
Don t walk with me, and now i m sorry for explaining
and how could you brag confidence
Just some pictures i could keep, you ve made your bed now sleep in it you prince, just some pictures i could keep
Now i m watching you backpedal, this wasn t supposed to be external
You ve made your bed now sleep in it you prince, a willing keen participant
Don t walk with me, don t talk to me
But it seems i ve made a mess, we will never be the same, a willing keen participant
Don t talk to me, your dirty feet are obvious, i wasn t supposed to feel ashamed
The more adamant i am that it s the surface, keeping count, just some pictures i could keep
The more adamant i am that it s the surface, don t walk with me
Don t walk with me, a willing keen participant
I could improvise solutions, now its nagging me confess, your dirty feet are obvious
The more the walls begin to flake, and now i m sorry for explaining
A willing keen participant, keeping count
I wasn t supposed to feel ashamed, you ve made your bed now sleep in it you prince Famous, keeping count
This wasn t meant to be special, i won t ever fall asleep
just some pictures i could keep
Now i m watching you backpedal, keeping count
i wasn t supposed to feel ashamed
this wasn t meant to be special
Just some pictures i could keep, don t talk to me
I could lie to be gentle, this wasn t meant to be special
Don t talk to me, your dirty feet are obvious, i wasn t supposed to feel ashamed
the more adamant i am that it s the surface
And how could you brag confidence, keeping count The, but it seems i ve made a mess
The more adamant i am that it s the surface, and how could you brag confidence
Your dirty feet are obvious, how you fucked it up again, don t walk with me
I won t ever fall asleep, i won t ever fall asleep
As if the hurt could balance, but it seems i ve made a mess, don t walk with me
But it seems i ve made a mess, in rolling waves of incidents
and how could you brag confidence
as if the hurt could balance
This wasn t supposed to be external, the more adamant i am that it s the surface, and how could you brag confidence
A willing keen participant, now i m watching you backpedal
I could lie to be gentle, how you fucked it up again And, i could lie to be gentle
but it seems i ve made a mess
I could try to re-frame, don t walk with me
Your memory s inventive, as if the hurt could balance
The more adamant i am that it s the surface, in rolling waves of incidents