(Maxvon)
(Neilaworld!)
(TheLocalTrash)
From past tense to balancing days
To tether arms to legs
How could I understand when your fucked up in a daze
I aim to look other ways
When I don't want this falling back
Farther than you could have been here
Under impressions that I had kept
Farther than your break from this
When I come crashing out on this shore
Will you drag me to hell?
When he won't want to drive you down
Knowing none the lesser
Don't ask them for worth when you've been made
And don't take up my faults I chose to give
But don't tell me that I don't have any chances
Like one in a million
When I don't want this falling back
Farther than you could have been here
Under impressions that I had kept
Farther than your break from this
