The Designer

Wanting only to thoroughly give you a hand
Of course
The designer, whose dreams stretch across like a centipede

Are we having any fun
Watching him wave goodbye to all his friends

He'll say it's mine
It's his place to be all of his family at once

The designer has a fit
His reality never designed to be used at all



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Werven
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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