The Foolish Motives of Lost Debates

Take the splinters from the tambourine
 You split the skin to feel something
 I'm not alone, I'm drowning out
 The things I hate to talk about
 Well, oh no
 it's too late to let the feelings truly show
 Then maybe you'd finally
 Come and 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 the heart
 Well, maybe you'd finally
 Come and 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 talk with me
 How can renovate
 The foolish motives of lost debates?
 When will I cease fucking up endlessly?