Stephen

Stephen left some marks upon his wall He used to block out all the small talk An excuse to pour his heart out with a noose Wrote some marks out on the table Thoughts on why he wasn't able To feel as happy as can be But Steve oh, you're not the queen anymore All the best Going wayside, in Versailles And no one's picking up your mess But Stephen Is this the way that you're feeling There's no one else you're deceiving And at the end of the day All these excuses never change when things don't go your way He found an album in his room About some small time four-piece revolution Colour in the gloom of all the shit you're made to listen to But buddy there's no shame In cracking smiles when it's OK But it's a waste of all our time if there's no rhythm in your mind Oh how they know It's all for show No fairytale nor crime scene is going to get you where you want to go But Stephen Is this the way that you're feeling There's no one else you're deceiving And at the end of the day, all these excuses never change when things don't go your way Stephen She's got a new thing going on She's got a new thing going on She's got a new thing going on She's got a new thing going on Stephen You're deceiving All these excuses never change when things don't go your way Go your way Your way Oh Whoa Oh