Motorcycle


Feeling low, like I'm ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking
I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take
I'm only killing the only haven, the still asylum I haven't destroyed yet
And when it's gone, I'm left with nothing

This isn't what we counted on This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it
This isn't what we counted on This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten

I told her she was killing me and she said she was already dead
Every ounce of emotion fades, and I promise you it'll end someday I hope
I'm only hoping that this is common She's all I'm left with when all this fades away
And when it's gone I'm left with nothing

This isn't what we counted on This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it
This isn't what we counted on This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten

She doesn't need it She doesn't need it
My optimism is masking my failure

This isn't what we counted on This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it
This isn't what we counted on This isn't what we said it'd be
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten







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