The histrionic in me is taking over. and is fighting it. the tides might just do me good. the waves must take it away… it should.

So you lost your trust
& you never should have
No you never should have
But don’t break your back if you ever hear this
But don’t answer that
In a bullet-prove vest
With the windows all closed
I’ll be doing my best
& I’ll see you soon
In a telescope lens
& when all you want is friends
I’ll see you soon

So they came for you
They come snapping at your heels
They come snapping at your heels
But don’t break your back if you never hear this
But don’t answer that
Cause in a bullet-prove vest
With the windows all closed
I’ll be doing my best
& I’ll see you soon
In a telescope lens
& when all you want is friends
I’ll see you soon

Noo you lost your trust
Noo you lost your trust
Noo don’t lose your trust
Noo don’t lose your trust