Real Ways

I'm gone
Time's up
What you mean
That you think you've had enough?
I aint really with it
Could you be more specific
When you say you hate everything about me
Thats a given
Youre not special, you never were
All of that time to me is now just a blur
But it hits from time to time in my mind
And it makes me feel cold
These thoughts they get old
They get old

Sharp peaks in the height of fall
Autumn colors, dressed in them all
Bought you that dress, red wine
Fake smiles - a test - all lies
I guess i always knew it - your real ways
I tried to look through it
But that whole time, in your eyes
I saw dark, twisted vines
You thrive on lies

I'm gone
Time's up
What you mean
That you think you've had enough?
I aint really with it
Could you be more specific
When you say you hate everything about me
Thats a given
Youre not special, you never were
All of that time to me is now just a blur
But its hits me from time to time in my mind
And it makes me feel cold
These thoughts they get old
They get old

Its looking bleak in the height of summer heat
A swan song glimmer and a brand new peak
What's love, what's light, what's luck?
Who's real, what's right, why trust?
But it seems like every day
I need to get away
I've been trying to stay away
Things that put thoughts at bay
But i cant clear my mind and just be okay
If i dont get get something that lets me float away

I'm gone
Time's up
What you mean
That you think you've had enough?
I aint really with it
Could you be more specific
When you say you hate everything about me
Thats a given
Youre not special, you never were
All of that time to me is now just a blur
But its hits me from time to time in my mind
And it makes me feel cold
These thoughts they get old
They get old



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Writer(s): Danny Fair
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