Remove a bullet from my headExtracting over confidenceHidden so easy to pretendToo bad the rush was found again
I can see the pictures on the floorSketches of what was there beforeThree came from one little seedThe last one is all I need
I can hear the bottle on the groundWe turned the corner safe and soundNo thought of him as it was doneA clean executionA clean execution
Cool like the oceanBurned like a summer homeFooled by the notionThat the sums don’t add up at all
There’s the line that is leading clearly feeding allThe things I don’t believe in but I’ll step in onceAgainCut in line to get closer to the source of all theThings I’ll never belong toStep it up and sign right in again
Cool like the oceanBurned like a summer homeFooled by the notionThat the sums don’t add up at all
Cool like the oceanBurned like a summer homeFooled by the notionThat the sums don’t add up at allThat the sums never add up at allThat the sums don’t add up at all
Vendor Name: Ocotillo
Author Name: Chris P