Red Carpet

headline reads across your forehead

quick text before i come home

i can hear what you're feelin' on the inside

i can sense; fall apart; all alone

it's a game that we play when we're killin'

but when you're gone i get lost in my own

pinky swear up and down try to listen

all the leaves on the trees start to fall

red carpets, blue eyes, thin sleeves

you can read all these thoughts in my faces

cold haze and a choke filled daisy

combined we are lost it amazes

but you know it's gonna be alright

but you know it's gonna be alright

you know it's gonna be

all the words off my tongue start to fall

Words by Shizumo. 2006

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