Pulls me under/held me over/sets the tones to lose.
A taste of anger/no remainder/of the things we'd choose.
Crumpled over/my composer/just a skeleton/it turns me inward, but it figures/forever's a dirty word.
Pre-chorus:
Emotions wear my sleeve/this might be the last.
Chorus:
One or two ease the pain/it's nothing that we talk about.
No recollection/of complexion/could not place his face.
I plead redemption/or collection/put me into place.
Chorus
Ease the pain.
Pre-chorus
Chorus
This might be the last.
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