WSTR – Penultimate (Red, Green, Or Inbetween Album)

I swear this isn’t what it looks like
This is not the end we’ll meet again just when the time’s right
I fell short upon my insight
Direction so different but we’re both cut from the same knife
I admit I’ve fallen behind
The only thing that’s clear in this frail mind
Is that her pocket’s where my demons lie

She controls the nightmares in my head
She’s the monster by my window ledge
Awakening the dead
Inform me what my loved ones said
She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from
She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on
I just need some time so I can clean up my act
I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that

Still can’t look myself in the mirror
Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone
Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?
You washed your hands of me and I get it

I’ll wait on my own until she decides
Should I rot or compose or leave me to die?
Wrote down all the times I burned
Won’t forget that you washed your hands of me and I get it

Nightmares in my head
She’s the monster by my window ledge
Awakening the dead
Inform me what my loved ones said
She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from
She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on
I just need some time so I can clean up my act
I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that

Still can’t look myself in the mirror
Still kick myself for thinking we were better
Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?
You washed your hands of me and I get it

Nightmares in my head
She’s the monster by my window ledge
Awakening the dead
Inform me what my loved ones said

She controls the nightmares in my head
She’s the monster by my window ledge
Awakening the dead
Inform me what my loved ones said
She’s here to remind me of the heights I fell from
She’ll give me the sign and I’ll be there with bells on
I just need some time so I can clean up my act
I’ve got a pocket full of regrets and I thank you for that

Still can’t look myself in the mirror
Still kick myself for thinking we were better off alone
Didn’t return my calls what’s the matter?
You washed your hands of me and I get it

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