The Foolish Motives of Lost Debates

Take the splinters from the tambourine
You split the skin to feel something
I'm not alone, I'm drowning out
The things I hate to talk about
Well, oh no
it's too late to let the feelings truly show

Then maybe you'd finally
Come and walk with me
Come talk with me
How can I realign
The avenues of better times?
When will I cease fucking up endlessly?

The sharpened teeth and roots of memories
Came too late for me to see
The cast was blind
And searching for the light switch in the dark
Got tangled in the strings of the heart

Well, maybe you'd finally
Come and walk with me
Come talk with me
How can I renovate
The foolish motives of lost debates?
When will I cease fucking up endlessly?

Come and walk with me
Come talk with me
How can renovate
The foolish motives of lost debates?
When will I cease fucking up endlessly?



Credits
Writer(s): Gregory Mcintosh
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