back in the bar they push the tables back lay you out like you walked into a speed trap felt my stomach drop right outta thin air they got their hands in my pockets even if there's nothing there feel like a sick mind, feel like the only one don't know who i'm looking for, or if it's anyone and in the back room they had the word spread come without a conscience to be leading back and into bed
what should i do i wouldn't know what to say between the door i'll probably turn them all away they look so bored that it doesn't matter anyway and i don't wanna be naked get taken in and taken
come in like i'm lost, just got off the bus don't know how to act, how to look anonymous feel like i'm lined up behind the cue ball between my pocket and the eye in the hole in the wall (what do you see when you see me?)
what should i do i wouldn't know what to say between the dorr i'd probably turn them all away they look so bored that it doesn't matter anyway and i don't wanna look hopeless look broken in and broken
Compositores: Steven Paul Smith, Neil Gust ECAD: Obra #45522854