You’re the chill in my bones
With a handful of despair, pretender
Caught between swerving doors that don’t lead to a single trace
Your play on words is getting old
There’s no flow, on a roll
Never hurt quite this bad
Core of which we’re founded on
Why commit to more?
Quickly grasp the concept, leave it at that
I hope I’m not boring you
My life is just passing through
Eager to build any which way
Can’t read your mind for clues
Won’t long to learn from the price we paid
Wasting time, we’re just going under
It means so little, could we rekindle?
A glitch that made us vulnerable
But this chance sees us fold
A way out
Let’s have a sit down
We forgot, we’re fed up, the shared common grounds
So soon, but it’s this and that, there’s always something
Engulfed by your needs that are worshiped so
It needs to be told
credits
from The Floor Is Yours,
released February 15, 2014
Produced, Recorded, Mixed & Written by Butch Gerald
Drums Engineered by Eric Ratz
Catherine Sugrue: Vocals
Butch Gerald: All Guitars & Bass, Drums, Synths, Vocals
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