Cards

Show my cards and pray for a double I don't need to touch grass I need to be shot in the head Swim deep wait for the subtle sense Of peace that we all expect at the end Getting closer Closer to the edge than I've ever been Most don't desert it The closure I been seeking Because I can't stay Giving my self away Every edge bound to fray Like edge of my seat Like ever day like everything Is so annoying but sexy if I Destroy it because I can't stay Giving my live giving myself away Holy in the ceiling son are ya winning Is it really that bad or do you just Need to leave bed Hour seven oh well nothing breaks Like the shot that's fake but I Still said I'm Closer