*facepalm*

Painted walked away Aportrait of that anxious state these things always pass But now the suns gone and its cold out Sleeps a waste I spilt the tire from my eyes Off of the bedside For the floor to throw it tight back in my face (..dont tell me sleeps a waste) Time wont tell Dont let it try Say your worried But dont tell them why (youre like a ghost in a house full of flys) Sleeps a waste I spilt the tire from my eyes Off of the bedside For the floor to throw it tight back in my face (..dont tell me sleeps a waste)