Nothing can contain my angst besides my skull and its about to explode -
Nothing can contain my angst besides my skull and its about to explode
All my leaves are dead why didn't you tell me you were the wind
Alone in the moss
Where my friends go
When's the last time I saw you
The road met the fog
I walk to the beat of
The raindrops pouring
Be here when I fall
I want friendship is all
Baby
just let me
hold you close
Let's let time pass
Along with the roach
I'll wait forever
But won't be here for long
Baby
Just let me
Hold you close
Alone in the moss
Where my friends go
When's the last time I saw you
The road met the fog
I walk to the beat of
The raindrops pouring
Be here when I fall
I want friendship is all
Baby
just let me
hold you close
Let's let time pass
Along with the roach
I'll wait forever
But won't be here for long
Baby
Just let me
Hold you close
Where my friends go
When's the last time I saw you
The road met the fog
I walk to the beat of
The raindrops pouring
Be here when I fall
I want friendship is all
Baby
just let me
hold you close
Let's let time pass
Along with the roach
I'll wait forever
But won't be here for long
Baby
Just let me
Hold you close
Alone in the moss
Where my friends go
When's the last time I saw you
The road met the fog
I walk to the beat of
The raindrops pouring
Be here when I fall
I want friendship is all
Baby
just let me
hold you close
Let's let time pass
Along with the roach
I'll wait forever
But won't be here for long
Baby
Just let me
Hold you close
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Writer(s): Ben Randall
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