Bags from Delfon by Foken

These are the days of dealing the same old cards
Rushing to the end is bringing awful starts
Often was ironically obedient
Parading inconsistencies until the end

Trying to forget that
Always sends you flying the opposite direction of the battlefield
Thrown onto a pile like bags outside the door
And I can’t say it out loud cause I’m trying to shield myself so let me

Counting every letter in my sentences
Reaching out to your dismissive tendencies
Aimlessly projecting as I play both parts
Cause those were the days of dealing the same old cards

And it seems I’ve got a way with it
But can’t see me waking up every day with it
And it seems I got away with it
But can’t see me waking up every day with it
Can you?

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