Blueblack

Feeling woozy in my bones
Hit three strikes I’m going home
Call mom dad up on the phone
(Hmmm)
Feeling woozy in my bones
Hit three strikes I’m going home
Call mom dad all on the phone
These bad boys do it all for show
Blueblack
I am gone
Land of the free but I feel like a star
Put the light under my face
What do you see in a better place?
Feeling woozy in my bones
Hit three strikes I’m going home
Call mom, dad, up on the phone
Bad boys do it all for show
A real big heart but not a soul
Veins all numb with my dumb rapport
Tripping casually on the floor
Losing sense of all control, all control, all control
Blueblack
Closets full of monsters do not scare me
Cause I’m empty
No, the monsters do not scare me
I’m empty
And cups are
In my room with
All the things that
Make me fade
When I go to bed I think of all the things I dread
In blueblack sets in my head
Close these weary eyes for, for minutes at a time
Wish I had connected all the lines
Drive my story old
And paper doesn’t burn
In stories and then in wars
They told me I was not yours
Blueblack