Anadivine

A bar tap divided,
with a stare at long eyes to hear ears.
Hung on,
a question that i might not work,
last call, somewhere.
Should i go home or stay here,
Hold me up dear.
(chourus)
A toast,
to the one who poured out my regrets.
A call to air I'll intake one last.
I'll follow you home.
Dont hold me up if your arms are breaking.
I can't tell you enough.
Its discouraging when you say,
please hear me out with a curse to accents.
Sentences you make,
Sentences that make me ask...
A silence recited,
as my voice just distorts in her ears.
Rung out.
Obsessive that she might solve all her problems.
Should I hold on to my fears.
Hear me out dear.
(chourus)
A toast,
to the one who poured out my regrets.
A call to air, I'll intake one last......
(guy) ill follow you home....
(girl) i dont think thats a good idea...
I'll follow you home.
Dont hold me up, if your arms are breaking
Cant tell you enough.
Its dicouraging when you say.
Please hear me out with a curse to accents
Sentences you make.
Sentences that make me ask...
(screams) Everything you ever wanted
died in the bottom of a bottle.
You will never stomach but will
never throw it up. A version of a
virgin purified by a bleeding heart.
You ruined my life. (You ruined my life)
And its never ending. (Its never ending)
This air spoiled by the times when you were here.
And i feel like trying a new design,
where your heart is put in a case.
And I find that the beating just breaks down the walls.
Hold me up dear.
Should I go home or stay here.
Hold me up dear.
Should I hold on to my fears...