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Words- I got boulders on my shoulders Collar bones begin to crack There is very little left of me and it's never coming back There are certain things you ask of me And there are certain things I'll lack The beginning, we were winning But now I'm just making up facts What's it matter anymore? If you believe the lies I tell There's no meaning to the words But we still sing these songs well If we all left it alone I'm sure it'll work itself out fine We keep playing with the numbers We are running out of time We are running, we are running But you're a killer and I'm your best friend Think it's unfair, your situation You say I'm changing Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same Can we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, driving me insane I try to write you poems, but the words they don't make sense The hand tries to grip the pencil, but the fingers are too tense I try to show emotion, but my eyes won't seem to wet I'd love to tell you stories, but I can't remember how they went You're a flashlight in a dark room or the loneliest black out You were all we had left after it all was filtered out I'm turning you on in a dark room right before we both pass out I'll turn you on when I need you, but the batteries ran out They ran out You're a werewolf and I'm a full moon And all your very worst enemies will be gone soon I think you're changing Don't worry, you don't gotta stay the same Can we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane Driving me insane
