Текст песни: Raised On Guynemer - Oh Fortuity, You`ve Gotten Me Again



I`m driving to your house

And I hope these brakes go out

And you think of me as I crash

Into the back of a parked car

The blood drips from my face

My heads between my knees

And with the thought of you

Just three words could save me



The last thing that went through my head

Besides these shards of broken glass

(How can I not miss you when you`re always in my head)

Was the thought of you in my arms

And how it didn`t last



I`m almost to your house

And I hope these words come out

And make as much sense

To you as they did to me

My dreams come from my mouth

I`ll hold you in my arms

And with the thought of you

Three words did save me



How cliche to sing of broken hearts

And true loves

That only go

As far as failing

To me myself

Myself and I

I`ll toast to my mistakes

And kiss this world goodbye

With the barrell in my mouth

And my finger ready

A hairline trigger

To keep adrenaline running

I`ll stand adjacent to puddles of sweat

Anxiety can kill

But nonetheless

I`m ready

To die.....

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I`m driving to your house

And I hope these brakes go out

And you think of me as I crash

Into the back of a parked car

The blood drips from my face

My heads between my knees

And with the thought of you

Just three words could save me



The last thing that went through my head

Besides these shards of broken glass

(How can I not miss you when you`re always in my head)

Was the thought of you in my arms

And how it didn`t last



I`m almost to your house

And I hope these words come out

And make as much sense

To you as they did to me

My dreams come from my mouth

I`ll hold you in my arms

And with the thought of you

Three words did save me



How cliche to sing of broken hearts

And true loves

That only go

As far as failing

To me myself

Myself and I

I`ll toast to my mistakes

And kiss this world goodbye

With the barrell in my mouth

And my finger ready

A hairline trigger

To keep adrenaline running

I`ll stand adjacent to puddles of sweat

Anxiety can kill

But nonetheless

I`m ready

To die.....

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