Built a bed of nails, sheets stitched in vain If you had it your way, thats where youd have me lay. Not one for slander, not looking for a laugh. Would it make you feel better if you hurt me in the Act like I give a shit, just to make you feel your worth. This is where we say goodbye, Im not woeful of your words the waters off, powers cut Father the rot and lower your trust, Sacrifice is no longer enough, You walk the straight line Ill take the curve. Pleasure to grab your attention Ill make it brief if I can Dont look so discouraged by the feel of my rough hands Dont let me keep you waiting if you got places to be. I caught your restless eyes, they sang curiously to me. Im a wanderer by trade, a hypocrite in my down time, restless in my travels and Oh god, restless in my mind. Theres no sleep in my bed, Yea, its gathered dust since then. Im a prisoner a prisoner, to every mile, every road. Im in love with the fight thats how the story goes. So if the last of my courtesy has already up and flown, its for Mother doesnt remember my face. Her little man was far out grown. The lady isnt going to like this one she hates the thought of alone. Not because shell miss me much, she just got so use to the monotone Theres no sleep in my bed, yea its gathered dust since then. A prisoner, a prisoner to every mile to ever road Im a lover of the fight thats how the story goes. So Im over it, were done here. Id pack my bags if there were time, But Im afraid if we dont take off now Ill probably change my mind. So lets torch the place and keep moving, oh god dont dare to look back. The feeling seems soothing now but the glory fades oh far to fast. I can see the crows gaining on the tale lights, and my patience peaked at last exit. Either way they followed us all night, or is it my conscious eating me for breakfast So hold me, as if Ill never leave again Because once the morning comes my friend Im gone again at six AM.
prisoner, restless, bed, yea, gathered