Towards

Went for a walk outside to get my conscience clean
Buried up my lies with nicotine

Went for a walk outside to get my conscience clean
Given up explaining what I mean
Worried eyes
Paper smile that tends to rip
Notes are miles from my fingertips

Inventory of my downfalls
So many thoughts I've had
Finally put to words

Tried to change myself I wish that wasn't true
But I would change the world if I could
One more night
I'm wide awake til this is through
So many thoughts I had to say to you

Inventory of my downfalls
So many thoughts I've had
Finally put to words (I stack the)
Inventory of my downfalls
So many thoughts I've had
Finally put to words



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Gibeault
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