Unconvinced

Getting tire of living metaphor to metaphor.
These tired clichés are wearing my nerves thin.
Back on that empty road where I never invited anyone,
One second my thoughts are clear, seconds pass and I'm lost again
but when that gauge hits empty all bets are off.
It's back to cliché.
Exasperation lets me lie to everyone.
Can't be confined to where I am.
But yet I know what other choice is there?
It's not always about the end result of an escape attempt.
Sometimes it's what they do with you once you're apprehended.
Don't let my hands come untied.

Don't let my hands come untied.



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Fahey, Jason Coffin, Jayson Lavallee
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