Album: Final Straw
Half the fun of it is that I can’t keep up,
And I lose my breath,
And what’s worse is I don’t think I’m the first,
And when you like it you can do no harm,
Please just give me five minutes dear,
Let’s just pray it’s not near
Stay forever,
I won’t last it,
I die trying
Will you suffer,
A little with me,
You would never
With a second chance,
Lets mess it up again,
But I do it worse than before,
‘Cause I’ve learnt so much more
But the way we fertilise the roses,
That were bought to show us how much you care,
Now it’s easier to care
Get in past this,
You have to take it,
I will wait here
Please believe me,
Just stop running,
Say you’ll get help
I caught the last flight,
I had to see her,
It can’t wait longer
He’s not your father,
Just a doctor,
So lick your own wounds