Killer

Sold out Sunday evening, have another round Gonna shut my head off and I won't listen Gonna wrap my fingers on the upper strings Yeah I only hate this when you're watching Yeah this place is basic just a couple spots I don't pay attention yeah just give me money Yeah you got your friends and yeah it's really tight Another awesome night, F*ck I'm so tired See it's just waiting and I just gotta stand Gotta put my hands up over my lips I widen my lungs letting out a breath Man, who do I think I am? I stand so still I'm almost crying Lean lopsided, pockets hold my hands I could go outside and burn some paper and time But if I walk down stairs, yeah, I betray my boredom And I might get caught out there And I'm afraid I'll have to talk But maybe I'll see you, maybe then you'll dance Gonna walk in holding some punk motherfucker Even if I miss you, I'll just write it down Gonna colour my brain until I write the picture See me scrawl my message on your empty wall Got pictures of you hanging up there too Had a feeling I could just be what you want But you undersold me now I'm getting over See it's weird when we talk now you just seem like A little girl laughing - automatic Yeah I hug my friends and I tell them that I love them But I ain't never did it to you till now Got a few lines mended, lost what I was thinking Bout my picture on your crowded wall Gotta turn me into anything you want But you got me out and now I'm hanging too much I wanna go home, sleep and work on songs Gonna write my feelings on a digital page