Tekst
Two heads are calculating the minds I've been taking
And we're alright
All swings and roundabouts
Cuts on my palms from the first game
I'm getting good at letting life distract me when I'm around
Just got to be part of the story for the point of tragedy
Then sleep through the best parts
I can't amount to anyone
End of 2012. Dug a new hole, somewhere I wasn't something
Where I'd be better for it
So funny how the other ones wash up, drawn in
I'm sure a tide is against me. But where do I find the time
To gеt beyond what is hanging on?
Two heads stopped talking today
(Two pasts you can't еrase)
I knew enough to get it wrong. What's the pattern?
Man, I've got enough to get wrong
The what comes after
No one knows how I've been had. It's getting harder to mask that
I'm willing to swap out the shame for a date with the praise
So long as I keep something better at bay