Messed up me
Should I feel different? Was I
Crying to get my face wet
To discern what I did from what I thought
It's hard to discern what I gave from what I got
It's part of me.
Low lit theater
I'm on the screen projected
I'm in the aisle yelling fire.
Lyrics submitted by dragonflower44
"In the Aisle, Yelling" as written by John Gutenberger Chris Robyn
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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