Finished With a Door Slam

Balance and Composure

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I dropped you off and I headed home,
I drove fast but I was all alone.
My eyes bled as I travelled down the road.

Then my thoughts left my tongue
In speeches I had never planned.
My brain wanders into a happier place
After wishing that I was dead.
After wishing that I was dead.

Grab this rope from my hands,
I'll grow up and try to be a man.
Things aren't going as planned.
Things aren't going as planned.

Control your eyes,
I can see them wonder when you lie.