no need to mention what trips through the blinds
i never question the circles the lines
all hands on thirteen all heartbeats at nine
do me the favor of leaving my mind
you should have thrown the wine...
some kind of joke
i needed to know
i wasted the time
i never let go
it turned in my hands
went straight for the wall
i wanted to leave
cause all the freaks were gone
magnets,
saviors,
damn sure
realize
i won't
blame her
your turn
stay wrong
stay high
i got a madness that stumbles and climbs
three hundred good days and sixty-six crimes
to late for progress i'm so far behind
do me the favor of washing my mind
you should have thrown the wine...
