If I had a dime for everytime you walked away
I could afford to not give a shit and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty, yeh, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face and accept the love I send to you?
You’re never gonna be content if you font try, try to see outside your line
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there’s binder on your eyes
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes? !
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you’ll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingrdients trapped inside
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimse of you
I guess the hard shell represents your pride
Oh, if only it could be different we could uncover the you, you deny
Between two, a small discrepency, one complicates and one simplifies
Take those fucking blinders off your eyes!!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away
You could bet your bottom dollar that I’d be filthy rich by noon today |
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