Bulletins From The Past

Am I your friend
Or just someone to talk to when you're bored?
I can't pretend I like you
I know you're the only one who's in my world
Who makes things quiet
When I need silence

These bulletins
Straight from the past, they wind up at my door
I scan the headlines for some interest and the pages hit the floor
Failed while trying
To live while dying

Ah

Let's jump right in
I hate small talk, it makes me so damn bored
So I just pick up myself to tear apart
I've got two or three friends, serious artists and
We love to lie in paint
I wish that'd been enough escape

Ah, ah, ah



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Bolton, Fred Lankford, John Canada, Joseph Settine
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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