Wstr - Penultimate lyrics

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Wstr - Penultimate lyrics

I swear this isn't what it looks like This is not the end we’ll meet again just when the time’s right I fell short upon my insight Direction so different but we're both cut from the same knife I admit I’ve fallen behind The only thing that’s clear in this frail mind Is that her pocket’s where my demons lie She controls the nightmares in my head She's the monster by my window ledge Awakening the dead Inform me what my loved ones said She's here to remind me of the heights I fell from She’ll give me the sign and I'll be there with bells on I just need some time so I can clean up my act I've got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that Still can’t look myself in the mirror Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone Didn't return my calls what’s the matter? You washed your hands of me and I get it I'll wait on my own until she decides Should I rot or compose or leave me to die? Wrote down all the times I burned Won’t forget that you washed your hands of me and I get it Nightmares in my head She's the monster by my window ledge Awakening the dead Inform me what my loved ones said She's here to remind me of the heights I fell from She’ll give me the sign and I'll be there with bells on I just need some time so I can clean up my act I've got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that Still can’t look myself in the mirror Still kick myself for thinking we were better Didn't return my calls what’s the matter? You washed your hands of me and I get it Nightmares in my head She's the monster by my window ledge Awakening the dead Inform me what my loved ones said She controls the nightmares in my head She's the monster by my window ledge Awakening the dead Inform me what my loved ones said She's here to remind me of the heights I fell from She’ll give me the sign and I'll be there with bells on I just need some time so I can clean up my act I've got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that Still can’t look myself in the mirror Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone Didn't return my calls what’s the matter? You washed your hands of me and I get it