Foolish Motives of Lost Debates

You take the splinters from the tambourine
To split the skin to feel something
I’m not alone, I’m drowning out
The things I hate to talk about
Well ohh no, it’s too late to let the feelings truly show
Well Maybe you’d come walk with me
Come talk with me
How can I realign the avenues of better times
When will I cease fucking up endlessly
The sharpened teeth and roots of memories
Came too late for me to see
The cast was blind and searching for the light switch in the dark
Got tangled in the strings of a heart
Well Maybe you’d come walk with me
Come talk with me
How can I renovate the foolish motives of lost debates
When will I cease fucking up endlessly
Come and walk with me
Come and talk with me
How can renovate the foolish motives of lost debates
When will I cease fucking up endlessly