I can't tell you where I've been, but I hope to God you know. I want to run away
from this. Fuck California, it's just the safest place I know; where everything
is making sense. So get me out of here and I will take this to my grave, yeah,
that's my dream. You took me out to make a point. I made damn sure you missed
your flight. I've got more lines to write about you when you're gone. Because
see, this CD has got me lost and songs won't ever save my life. Just send those
post cards to make it known that you won't take to heart all the ways I've lost,
because I'm gone now and I'm trying not to change. When everything I want to
sing is just wasting breath; I'm a liar, but I'm working on my ways. I swear
some day when I've got a way to change my life, I'll be a singer with a throat;
and I won't fuck up all these lines. But that's a hope, yeah that's all I'll
ever be. You used to have your faith in all my words, but now you're killing all
of me. I lost my voice, and then my mind. I wrote a book of all my thoughts that
could take me from my life. I had to fight to stay alive, because if I make it
through the night then I just swear I could survive. So where's your head, and
all your heart? I've got a plan to make this work, but I can't bring myself to
try. I'll take this slow. I'll make you move. I know you can hear me screaming
because it's all I ever do
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