It would never last
Specs are dazed in the past
Rides and drives of a premature cast
Pictures, screens and scars
Force of drive in the car
Trapped in this glass house for the final time
Get out of my head
And go back to bed
You don't need me
I don't need you
It's just dreams
Counting all I've never said to you
So get out of my head
Silenced from experience
Counting six years now
You'd think I would have found something to say
I've settled on dreams
Seems I get somewhere in them
It can either start
Or it can never end
Confessions from a sand spur
Pricking onto your skin
Waiting for signs of notice
And it'll always stay the same
Because I don't know how to play this game

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