Teledysk
Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Echo
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stanley Brett Fryman
Songwriter
Tekst Utworu
Catch me posted up inside your head
The one place I never thought that I would dwell again
A firm belief in the fine print
Pygmy words have never been so eloquent
A contract for abandonment is what I offer
Idle hands, an overworked tongue
A masterpiece in the same league as my failures
My hopes and dreams
My knuckles stained the same shade as the stars
"I'll makeshift something better" is sky-high... Cloud 9 to compare
"Quiet down now," you said
Besides the distance in both miles and our hearts
"Call it quits," I begged you from day two
If sleep is for the weak, then call my state of mind a Sunday
Consequence is not a term I've come to
I said it again and again in my head
But the replay value depreciated on a scale
Consisting of graves and storm clouds
Besides the distance in both miles and our hearts
"Call it quits," I begged you from day two
If sleep is for the weak, then call my state of mind a Sunday
Consequence is not a term I've come to
I don't know how to say this nicely
So I won't try
Besides the distance in both miles and our hearts
(Seven letters you will never hear)
"Call it quits," I begged you from day two
If sleep is for the weak, then call my state of mind a Sunday
Consequence is not a term I've come to
Is not a term I've come to
Is not a term
Writer(s): Stanley Brett Fryman
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