Turnstiles

Turnstiles

Lawrence Arms (The)
(album: Ghost Stories)

with a light of this match i could burn this place to the ground then fire engines´d scream down crowded streets onto the scene and then i´d make it rain numb myself to never say your name that i´ve uttered in anger said with confusion laughed over nervously said without sympathy i´m not shedding tears for you. all those lonely night that i´ve said feels like i might as well be dead no more smiles; revolving like turnstiles no more deliberation; analytical creations i´m incapable, a predepressionist this is delivered with courage muddled in tension lashed out in honesty someone come and save me i´m dying to tell you this kills it forever it was already dead and i´m just fine i haven´t called you but i haven´t had the time thoughts are stale i´ve been revolving like turnstiles