The last mistake that I did make A common misconception From my all too skewed perception My nose bleed section, back row point of view You're hanging missing signs for my lost mind As I waste your time with idle whines You tell me not to worry Another line I'll surely misconstrue...I always do
If truth went face to face with fate I know exactly who would win Cannot predict the end to a book I wrote But, it begins: \"Let's start again...\"
By now, my legs are half foundation My patience experiences complications I'm lost in this one-sided conversation Could your voicemail repeat the last thing that I said? I doubt I'll hear back, but I'll sit and wait More likely to launch into space and not suffocate Why create all this tension with silent hate? I'm sure this would be so much simpler if I was dead
Well, I know I'm not perfect, but at least I'll admit Sometimes I act like an ass, I can be so full of shit I beg and plead for closure, I wonder why I'm this easy to forget Reality slapped me in the face, turns out I was right Subconscious prepared me, dreamt this these last forty nights Keeping your mouth shut doesn't make it less of a lie So, congratulations, I give in, you win I fucking quit!