Lucky enough to have done the wrong things at the right time

 

I knew what was happening the whole time

I knew what was gonna happen the next time

I knew how to prevent it everytime

I just didn’t know how to tell it to you

 

We were speaking different languages

And i knew you could never come to me

So i sat patiently 

On stolen time 

The victims all ran hastily

But i am what i am this time

 

Maybe one day she’ll see

You see right now i cant

The light is blinding

Forever binding me

Bleeding from wherever you can stab a knife in me

 

The forgotten

The lost causes

Each and every one

One of my promices

I dont often promise this 

But you prema donas wanted this

 

I offered a sort of a truce with my truth

Toned down my whole vocabulary

Fuck you

I insist upon instigation

Cause my whole lifes felt more like segregation

Exept i didn even get a bus ride

No its a rough road that I'm on 

thank god for drunk driving