Good News

("It's an entirely different kind of flying all together!
It's an entirely different kind of flying!")

I can't wait 'til I get home again
So I can lay in bed for hours and hours
Now I'm fucked up and alone again I need you here to fill this abyss
I'm getting tired of acting
'Cause I'm always acting out
Something about this house
Is that every time it seems to bum me out
This room's bigger when I know that you're not here
It doesn't mean that I don't like it a little cramped
'Cause I come over if you're trapped in a corner
The only thing I wanna touch is your right hand
It feels better better when we're together
But sometimes I feel like I can't stand the thought
A future without together forever
I think I think too much but hey it's just a thought
Feels like everything's alright
Just sit right back and watch your house catch fire
Feels like everything's no use
So come on over and tell me some good news



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Writer(s): Combat
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