Sense Not Sense

Had a chance, I said no thanks. It doesn't bother me.
Retract the offer. Give my name back to me and speak in volumes, please.
And if you want to know, don't look here. You won't like these words.

I planned the future like I planned my death, emotionless.
Sense not sense
An awkward finger pushed me off the edge, you know the rest.
Sense not sense
I planned the future like I planned my death, emotionless.
Sense not sense
I'd need approval if the rest was less, sense the nonsense

No, you're no creator. The fingers in the air are never a good sign.
If you must speak at all, you will end up headless.
The word I use is no, don't listen. Now those words are gone.

Timing out. Time in, time out.

So, don't look here. You won't like this.



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Mackinnon, John Mckenzie Clark, Steven James Clark
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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