Lyrics:Spunk Drive 185

by Rustic Overtones If it was up to me, I'd call If it was real to me at all If you could deal with me Then I'd fall out of our grace And think of someway better To focus all our hate. Would it be too hard Too cold Feeling scarred, controlled. Come on stop the car Before we get too far I'm not handling this well. Beside myself. Beside the fact I overlooked Behind my back, treated me good But what we lacked And understood Feelings divide - 185. On the couch Monday. There are no more weapons So why go on this way? I released too much To save us from ourselves. Take in a bit Let out a lot Time to forget what we've been taught. "Alienated from a badly painted tongue." Beside the fact I overlooked Behind my back, treated me good But what we lacked And understood Feelings divide - 185.