So the time has come
You know I’d never run even if you’d let me
Oh, my hands go numb
What must I become so you won’t forget me?
You’ll find me in the fashion weekly on the precipice of hanging glossy like a vogue fresco
I want to know: Am I crazy?
Oh, if I let it go, will it only matter to me?
Oh, yeah, every time I’ll throw my final dime in the well that made me
So, with note and rhyme I’ll defend my decline
Just maybe
You’ll find me in the fashion weekly on the precipice of hanging glossy like a vogue fresco
I want to know: Am I crazy?
Oh, if I let it go, will it only matter to me?
Damned. Yeah, I’m cursed ‘cause the need’s getting worse
And I don’t care who it hurts. I just can’t let go
I want to know: Am I crazy?
Oh, if I let it go, will it only matter to me?
