Tom Solo
I've been making some edits lately
Cutting out the parts that make me feel old
But they're worth rewatching, and worth taking note of
And I've changed myself, not the person I was, neither is anyone else
I hate it all to say the least, been playing the same cards repeatedly
And I'll sell my soul, but I don't believe in much at all
Shooting blanks has lost its fun, I'm becoming a stranger to everyone
I'm runnin' out of the frame while the sun fades the faces that I'll never see again
I apologize for every word I said too loud
The confusion of being alive in a world with no way out
Is it alright if we talk about something else I'm sorry
I've just had a bad day and can't deal with my disassociation anymore
How'd it feel when you were trying to lend a hand when my baggage weighed more
And you could tell I'm nervous, it's not easy to climb so far out
I hate it all to say the least, been playing the same cards repeatedly
And I'll sell my soul, but I don't believe in much at all
Shooting blanks has lost its fun, I'm becoming a stranger to everyone
I'm runnin' out of the frame while the sun fades the faces that I'll never see again
Cutting out the parts that make me feel old
But they're worth rewatching, and worth taking note of
And I've changed myself, not the person I was, neither is anyone else
I hate it all to say the least, been playing the same cards repeatedly
And I'll sell my soul, but I don't believe in much at all
Shooting blanks has lost its fun, I'm becoming a stranger to everyone
I'm runnin' out of the frame while the sun fades the faces that I'll never see again
I apologize for every word I said too loud
The confusion of being alive in a world with no way out
Is it alright if we talk about something else I'm sorry
I've just had a bad day and can't deal with my disassociation anymore
How'd it feel when you were trying to lend a hand when my baggage weighed more
And you could tell I'm nervous, it's not easy to climb so far out
I hate it all to say the least, been playing the same cards repeatedly
And I'll sell my soul, but I don't believe in much at all
Shooting blanks has lost its fun, I'm becoming a stranger to everyone
I'm runnin' out of the frame while the sun fades the faces that I'll never see again
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Writer(s): Louis Lopez
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