We seem to want these same things
I’m just too damn obvious to see it
I know you feel everything
And nothing on my part can manage to blow the whole damn scene apart
There’s a bomb in your bag and it’s ticking like nothing I’ve ever felt before
Know that I care, that my memories appear all too clouded in their vision
My stare is seriously impaired but I’m incredibly prepared to put it right
So you know you’re on something of a pedestal, pressure to set the story straight one last time
I’m a little or a lot confused, abused by my very own people
Come on, come on, come on…

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