Keep the lights on outside my window, comforts trying to sneak in.
In my dream i'm knee deep in corn,
dreaming of falling asleep next to you.
Sunshine and holes in my plan to settle down and marry,
But I guess we're all still young...
But don't you want somebody to hold?
Headaches and sweat,
feels like i'm falling out my skin,
we do it to ourselves.
But I promise not again.
Although I hear it summon.. a swing and miss.
1. In your head did you work out the route to conquer all of your fears.
2. Then what's left, when the water is dry and your hands won't grip anymore.
3. The more I hear is the more I hate.
4. Strike down all the fences guarding the one thing you had left.
The more I hear, the more I hate.
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