@migu music@

You're going blind, you're getting pissed

Night after night you're like, "decipher this"

I know I'm fifteen in your head

I know it's fizzling like you said

So let it bother me instead

Think you were promised something more

Some treasure after tragedies before (before, before, before)

A couple hours to the top

I never stopped until you stopped

Now that's one paycheck out the door

You were heaven-sent in my head

But God knows the glory you've seen

You can let it fall in your lap

You can say it's not what you mean

I won't make a scene

At least we're shaking our hands

At least I think I'll feel something like this again

And anyway your picture frames

Turned smaller than you claimed

So let's just go make other plans

You were heaven-sent in my head

But God knows the glory you've seen

You can let it fall in your lap

You can say it's not what you mean

I won't make a scene