Detours from Morbid Ideations by Bandit 3000 Alpha

Every time that we did talk it nearly
Broke my spine, it nearly
Woke my mind
In my days of looking down
I nearly called on you
Look what you made me do
Any excuse drop down on your knees and hold me
Frozen side, nearly melted down
Would I?
We melt down

It’s a suicide
It’s a suicide

Gonna buy a ticket to the big red show
I said evenings come and their all the same
Gonna pack my bags and give up my wares
Between the timber line where the feelings came
Gonna steal the words right from your mouth
You said goodbye but never figured you out
Said goodbye but never figured you out

So many plans
And so many detours
So many plans

Wishin’ on a bus gonna take me to you
I could have killed him there but you made me chill
Kissin’ in a well so you could tell my brand
But the finished mind carries so much pain
Gonna hit the road with the friction plugged
Got my pistol here and the danger rides
Pistol here and the danger rides

So many detours
So many plans
And so many detours

Crashin’ this car just to get my revenge
Hatred overflows when you’re stuck in the mood
Ticky little wrist watch callin’ out the bends
Find out he’s a big fat liar and you’ve got no time
Any excuse drop down on your knees and hold me
Frozen side, nearly melted down

Would I?

When I kissed your face and couldn’t hold tight
There’s an awful strange feelin’ in my world alright
Gotta bust my shoulder to set my head
There’s quite a few things I can’t do tonight
Quite a few things I can’t do tonight

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