sirens ...signs ...insane condition
i trust your eyes there is no ambition
i know, i know i overflow
and find my own way home
its not a contest
the wounded traces of love embraces
time to heal and different places
if you weren't there i wouldn't care
you never were
you never air yourself out
time
you bastard
i'm alone
i never found my way back home
you smothered me and i smothered you
i ran away right back to you
and nothings changed
the same old news
this isn't right but it hurts to be away from you
it's not a contest
it's not a home
it's not a contest
it's not a home