Texty

Somewhere, the people sit down and they stare Slowly, as I point the blame at me Dance with, the thing that brought us down to this Outside, until I see that I can't hide I'm golden Glad I'm old enough for you Oh perfect Someone busted their way through One night I invented All the things I once resented Nothing more and nothing sacred Till which time then did I fake it Speak now in the present holding Hands up now that once were folded In life full of vanity At least I'll keep my sanity I'm golden Glad I'm old enough for you Oh perfect Someone busted their way through I'm not your servant and I don't have you following me Maybe I deserve it, I got what was coming to me I'll stay If no one holds back we will break Into The million pieces that they drew Now stand Before you're buried in the sand Time for A revolution at your door I'm golden Glad I'm old enough for you Oh perfect Someone busted their way through I'm not your servant and I don't have you following me Maybe I deserve it, I got what was coming to me I'm not your servant and I won't have you following me Maybe I deserve it, I got what was coming to me I'm golden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out