Desire

Paint stains on the exterior
Dust hanging from the ceiling
One more joke
Is more step towards pure delirium

I almost feel like you don't want to miss me
I guess it's your fault that these stairs are so difficult
But you shouldn't have let this manic mess in this room

My ears ring again
But I have some songs to sing to pretend it's okay
What's that out the window
Pretend it's okay
What's that out the window
Was it a bullet?
Cause it's certainly no goddamn time for fireworks

Paint stains on the exterior
Dust hanging from the ceiling
One more joke
Is more step towards pure delirium

I almost feel like you don't want to miss me
I guess it's your fault

I guess that it's your fault
That's my unhinged speaking
That's my unhinged speaking
That's my unhinged speaking

I'm just a little ball of confusion
I'm just a little full of delusion
I'm just a little ball of conflusion--
Conflusion!
Fuck!



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Moyer, Crimson, Thaddeus
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