Goodbye to writers
And goodnight to the postman
Your right, decide her
Cut loose with other friends
With right attires
The shaking of a lonesome hand
And my desire
Comes down to the speed of the plan
I am throwing things in your way
And your breath scattered out words to say
And I am throwing things in your way
And your words scattered out things to say
This fake empire
Left me rooting for your team
And they're on fire
But nothing's new in the social scene
Relax, I'm tired
So don't overstay your reach
But now I'm throwing up
Right out in the middle of the street
I am throwing things in your way
And your breath scattered out words to say
And I am throwing things in your way
And your words scattered out things to say
