High Time

Since you labeled secrets haunting your own past, you’d be lined toward a future that was never built to last. And if you wonder if theres ever room at home, you would never understand a thing you would only would always want to keep yourself from needing. You want to lie, you want to gloat. I think its high time that I’m telling you so, high that you ever need a reason why. And your'e so out of reach. Its not that little things you cling to make you seem like all the rest, its just a funny way of thinking your over your heard, two beats breathing. And if there comes a time to make my presence known, you would never understand a thing. You would only want to keep yourself from seeing. You want to lie, you want to gloat. I think its high time that i’m telling you so. high time that you ever need a reason why. You want to lie. you want to gloat. I think its high time that I’m telling you so. The purest hearts get what they need they never have to hold on for so long. So out of reach. So out of reach.