So where does this leave me?
Hanging by a message
a device that I have
grown to loathe a little more
with every word I'm using just to
cover up the truth that you're just a questionable figure
in a tale far too dull to set in stone.
And you'd say it like a priestess,
but you sin just like the rest of us,
and leave me here to figure out the difference.
I won't take my chances stuck in your speakers,
like i'll be waiting when you get lost
filling your nothing with my empty words and stories.
Try a call for once
just be a real person.
Give me a reason to believe
you're being genuine with what you want,
and if I'm a part of that or not.
'Cause as the record shows
you always say it like a priestess,
but you sin just like the rest of us
and I don't want to sit around and play this.
Don't sell me out for nothing; not on this one.