voices
I was swimming in the void of a Friday night
When I first felt you putting me on the side
Of a two-track tape of love and wasted glue (wasted glue)
So I took some time to figure everything out
I started working real late instead of going out
And I found myself losing track of you (track of you)
Sometimes I hear voices instead
Of what is going on in my head
Oh what a break for me and you
Sometimes I open up too much
To ones who would cut me up
Into a thousand pieces or two
I was thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout another plan
But I realized then it was the test of a man
And I go back to what Hercules would do (les would do)
It was a bright and wrong time following streetlights
Oh I would rather die
Than to burn up
Than to burn up
Sometimes I hear voices instead
Of what is going on in my head
Oh what a break for me and you
Sometimes I open up too much
To ones who would cut me up
Into a thousand pieces or two
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
Sometimes I hear voices instead
Of what is going on in my head
Oh what a break for me and you
Sometimes I open up too much
To ones who would cut me up
Into a thousand pieces or two
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
When I first felt you putting me on the side
Of a two-track tape of love and wasted glue (wasted glue)
So I took some time to figure everything out
I started working real late instead of going out
And I found myself losing track of you (track of you)
Sometimes I hear voices instead
Of what is going on in my head
Oh what a break for me and you
Sometimes I open up too much
To ones who would cut me up
Into a thousand pieces or two
I was thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout another plan
But I realized then it was the test of a man
And I go back to what Hercules would do (les would do)
It was a bright and wrong time following streetlights
Oh I would rather die
Than to burn up
Than to burn up
Sometimes I hear voices instead
Of what is going on in my head
Oh what a break for me and you
Sometimes I open up too much
To ones who would cut me up
Into a thousand pieces or two
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
Sometimes I hear voices instead
Of what is going on in my head
Oh what a break for me and you
Sometimes I open up too much
To ones who would cut me up
Into a thousand pieces or two
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
I was thinking
If you let me
I would do anything for you
Credits
Writer(s): Tanner Carlson
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