Bob Holiday
You are not right
As both of our heads blew up at the same time
Have we awoke?
Or violently cooked?
Oh I can not figure out a singular mood
But I ain't telling you stop
I ain't telling you to change your ways
I don't really care at all
I don't really mind if we lose ourselves trying
Falling down, c'est la vie, pour your insides out
Relay modus, trying to stay focused on
All components, drifting off and leaving me unbound
You are tripping on words
It's like you've been dissected and set in reverse
Or is it me that's so fried?
Are you even there at all?
I've been listening to all your tales humming in my thoughts
But I ain't telling you stop
I ain't telling you to change your ways
I don't really care at all
I don't really mind if we lose ourselves trying
Falling down, c'est la vie, pour your insides out
Relay modus, trying to stay focused on
All components, drifting off and leaving me unbound, unbound, unbound...
Drifting off and leaving me without
