"This is what the edge of your seat is made for
Holding on
Nothing to lose
This is what the edge of your seat is made for
And this is what
The back of your hands was there for
Stolen apologies
Stolen apologies
You're a traitor to my heart
You're a traitor to us all
Forsaken!!
This over indulgence of conciseness
Has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendor
Of the feeling in my stomach
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face
Away from the need to talk to my miscalculation
Forsaken!!
We're all movie stars..."
"This is what the edge of your seat is made for Holding on Nothing to lose This is what the edge of your seat is made for And this is what The back of your hands was there for Stolen apologies Stolen apologies You're a traitor to my heart You're a traitor to us all Forsaken!! This over indulgence of conciseness Has torn a day apart And lingered in the splendor Of the feeling in my stomach Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands Covering my face Away from the need to talk to my miscalculation Forsaken!! We're all movie stars..."