Screw You, Waterloo

Screw you Waterloo & the cold end of March!
I'm just shaving my neck in the bathroom dark
Getting pieces of myself when I flee
Follow them roadside, are they following me?

But to do it all over... but where would I start?
I'd run away, and break my own heart

I've got a reason, but does it have hope?
That ship is sailing; it ain't got no rope
A small cut near the collar, oh that crimson pool
I'll leave my mark, the Tommy Carroll duel

But to do it all over... but where would I start?
I'll run away, and break my own heart.

They say living's just like dying
If I'm living, then why do I keep torturing me?
They say that answers in the question
Slight regression, oh baby, you know I compete
but I don't need, no I don't need

To do it all over, where would I start?
I'd run away, and break my own heart
I won't walk through glass, you can't twist my arm
But I get in the way and break my own heart



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Writer(s): Christian Rowe
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