Exhibit: yours truly
Echoes and vice
Bad habits tear through me
Muscles and mind
A time for everything
A place for everyone
So lovely stuck beneath our thumbs
Tell me a story I’ve heard before
One where I know the ending
Show me the moves I’ve loved you for
But nothing else, nothing else
Bring me back to times passed
A wish for the well you’re digging
A brave and leading typecast
But nothing else, nothing else
A scripted romance is
Half full of heart
While pinning both arms back
Reach for the stars
Letting the blind lead the pack
Kicking a dead horse that kicks back
Setting me up for another attack
I’ve had it
I’ll leave us broke beyond repair
Terrorize our safest thoughts
I’m not what you think you love
You’re looking for a ghost and you’ve gotta give it up
