Speechless

I grew up anticipating some great second coming
But I'm too busy now to make the date, I have to scurry around
It makes no sense, this little chase, my object value
So I got blinders to keep me grinding, rent's due

I am what you made me

She passed away and I go on
With the gall to desire
I hope her grave is quiet
And we have time to feel, speechless

I have a hunch the truth is quiet
But they don't stock the shelves with silence
They got desire, paid in installments
A tasty treat to trick you into dormancy
Purpose an elegant ploy to encourage a purchase

I am what you sell me

She passed away and I go on
With the gall to desire
I hope her grave is quiet
And we have time to feel, speechless

I drowned my youth in irony, now I see the point of incarnations
Wasted time laughs down as I juggle joy and losing patience
On this chase I lost myself, how can someone gone recover?
I made a mistake, I wish I could make more time



Credits
Writer(s): Dara Mysliwiec, Jeffrey Horn, Mir Singh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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