Kick Over The Traces

The night is young, and my ear cant stop ringing
From the disconnected line, screams your lack of interest.
You with your selling for avoiding leaves me
Jumping to conclusions and hoping...
For what I want
But waiting for what I said.
And you with your talent...
And you should know...
The guts arent spilling
To be kept safely inside.
And the tears that are swelling
Should be falling from your eyes...
Your eyes, Your eyes keep me busy to say the least
And your tongue, although sweet,
Throws words as sharp as knives
That hit me like a familiar joke
And the punch line leaves me broken and scared.
Ive tried too hard and the wounds chalk up with no reward.
You should have known
And you should know...
The guts arent spilling
To be kept safely inside.
And the tears that are swelling
Should be falling from your eyes...
As I write this...Madness
In the dawning of the day.
Ill realize all the things I never should have said
And maybe Ill be able to form the words
That can ask you...
What youre thinking
What youre thinking (Ill realize...)
What youre thinking (... All the things I...)
Never should have said
What youre thinking (Ill realize...)
What youre thinking (... All the things I...)
Never should have said
What youre thinking (Ill realize...)
What youre thinking (... All the things I...)
Never should have said
What youre thinking (Ill realize...)
What youre thinking (... All the things I...)
Never should have said
What youre thinking...
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