sorry sir
i stole your money.
sorry sir
i feel
but it s so
so twisted
so unreal.
it was what i d heard of
and what i didn t have
but i cannot give what i do not have
and i cannot take what i do not have.
i can t take it.
don t stultify.
don t hold me high.
don t stultify.
don t hold me high.
too many things held precious
too many things held dear; that s what i hate
that s what i fear.
too much to ask for may leave me feeling lonely.
too little leaves me nothing
nothing.
the drone in your voice
and the fly on the wall said
"it s over
it s over
it s over
it is." what do i wish for you
what do i wish? it s over
it s over
it is.
are we still solemn and bleeding? are we still swimming to water that was wet? you can t give away certain things that you get.
from the outside to the inside i couldn t tell you how it really was.
there has to be more on one hand
keep your head above water on the other
the other.
the drone in your voice
and the fly on the wall said
"it s over
it s over
it s over
it is." what do i wish for you
what do i wish? it s over
it s over
it is.
are we still solemn and bleeding? are we still swimming to water that was already wet? i can forgive
but i won t forget.
i ll wish for you
i ll plead and i ll steal.
hold me precious
hold me dear.
i ll wish for you
i ll sing and i ll feel.
don t stultify
don t hold me high.
like a gothic staple
a last good-bye
one way to float is if you die.
and it s over
it s over
it s over.
it s over
it s over
it s over it s over
it s over.
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