Return Of The Washout
I see all too
clearly where this is going
With all you
fools talking getting in my way
When you start
to give off feedback ringing in my head
Thats when
I have to learn to redirect all the streams
You can tell by
my soft spoken tone
That a good
nights sleep is hard to come by
Wont you please
tell my mom I wont be coming home
I guess I just
got use to living all alone
Just for
me
..could you be
A little bit of
sky to lay under
So you slipped
the night and somehow you were alright
Just to look on
the ground
And find
anything that makes a sound
And when you
find theres no good reason to stay
Just look over
your shoulder
Ill be leaving
the same way
Just for
me
..could you be
A little bit of
sky to lay under
Return of the
washout