I had to stop there for a while
And just stare at the stars
No radio, no sounds, ‘cause I’ll
Imagine the guitars
I need a mirror on my windows
So I can hear my thoughts
As I sit back, oh, my mind knows
I’m loving these weird spots
of red on my skin
when my heart decides to spin
in its head, on its own,
spitting images I’ve known
far too well, far too well, far too well
I catch my breath and light my last smoke
of regret
You’re as cold as a stone, yet you make all my senses burn
I’ll accept
If it takes only few to a million tears,
been there, cried them all
I’ll catch you if takes facing my deepest and darkest fears
or watch you when you fall
back to your sense, ‘cause, you see, we can’t go on like
that
You think you’ve got it all
Of your shit and your
plans put together and figured out
It’s not your call!
late at night when it’s dark, I’m alone and I’m almost
asleep
and I wish it was you
You’ll be here ‘cause you’ll want to hold on and to forever
keep
that shiny, spicy glue
of red on your skin
when your heart decides to spin
in its head, on its own,
spitting images you’ve known
far too well, far too well, far too well