Lyrics

I could run a finger full Temperance won't want to drive you home She still holds out the little left to hold Tiny eyes have told Tiny eyes don't hide like you have yet I'll tell you the lie It doesn't have anyone impressed You got something, never live or die Interceding, try to fit the part Play the role, present tense, little relevance Then derelict skits disappear for a weekend Try to clear your head Rumor is you're running it again The lies we know The lies for amateurs at best I've got the years The year's experience You got nothing, never really know Interested, doesn't make it so Forget us all, bless your friends, little relevance Play the role, present tense, little relevance
Writer(s): Ryan Pope, Robert Pope, Matthew Pryor, James Suptic, James Dewees Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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