I had a vision
You were not with me
Looking through the days
Looking through the truth of the days
What's going on?
Small rags burn as if they rose in glory
Locked in tequila
And I was hoping to be the perfect boy
But here I am again dying for these stupid feelings
I was dying on a screen
And I should never have entered this game
My flame is going out right now
When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?
When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?
I was screaming
I was dead
I was traveling in space
I can't face everyone
My brain comes and goes while my guts come out
It's more a feeling than a simple: Fuck You (fuck you)
And I love her
I was just a space ghost
The night won't fuck it all
I discovered the truth
We weren't traveling to the mausoleum
Oh don't tell me we're still in purgatory
When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?
When your odds and your shut up close, will we all die?
