Idle Hands
Magnificent post!
Let's have a toast
It's hard to be happy, I'm a pro at Coming close
So bring back the fires bring back the Floods
And keep me surrounded
What am I gonna do about it
Please just tell me if you know
Following through everything
Following through damnation alone
A joke, a classical hope to be loved by Everything and everyone
The brain can't be told
About the thoughts related to this Mess
So while I hold out hopes for a new Day I avoid the mistakes
Leave it be, the emotional anger Dwells
Where laissez-faire built a status of Hell
Devotion comes in ways that Surprise me
Hopes and prayers in the sky keep The demons from splintering
I'd put your posters on my wall
I carved your name into heart it's Such a shame
Fall leaves are burning up platforms To confuse hope with what we hate
Told you I'm done trying to hurt Myself
Spend all my time trying to get help
So keep your idle hands stiff
When your life turns to a mess
Don't fall back into the past Unbearable consciousness
So keep your idle hands stiff
When your life turns to a mess
Don't lift the screen to your head and Depend on the blinding lights and Faux success
I never thought that I'd subscribe to, Or liken myself to, a machine where I Sit and wait on somebody else!
Let's have a toast
It's hard to be happy, I'm a pro at Coming close
So bring back the fires bring back the Floods
And keep me surrounded
What am I gonna do about it
Please just tell me if you know
Following through everything
Following through damnation alone
A joke, a classical hope to be loved by Everything and everyone
The brain can't be told
About the thoughts related to this Mess
So while I hold out hopes for a new Day I avoid the mistakes
Leave it be, the emotional anger Dwells
Where laissez-faire built a status of Hell
Devotion comes in ways that Surprise me
Hopes and prayers in the sky keep The demons from splintering
I'd put your posters on my wall
I carved your name into heart it's Such a shame
Fall leaves are burning up platforms To confuse hope with what we hate
Told you I'm done trying to hurt Myself
Spend all my time trying to get help
So keep your idle hands stiff
When your life turns to a mess
Don't fall back into the past Unbearable consciousness
So keep your idle hands stiff
When your life turns to a mess
Don't lift the screen to your head and Depend on the blinding lights and Faux success
I never thought that I'd subscribe to, Or liken myself to, a machine where I Sit and wait on somebody else!
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Writer(s): Ian Makrianes
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