Gate 68

Once again we lost the role to boredom and late nights on the radio
Don't. spare me. i already know mix tapes sound their best when i'm alone

I've practiced the best policy
Nothing, is what it's gotten me
Why blame this on anyone but me?
She'll freak out

I'll freak if she doesn't get the hint
Don't think that i could deal with it
If i couldn't follow through with the routine
We'll give it up and move on to another scene

Phone call sounds. silence serenades, jumps on deaf ears and lands it with ease
If you're no angel, then where did you get those wings? your fly on by blue eyes break me

Is it in the cards? what's in the future? is it ours?
I don't play with fire if i know i'll get burned
Hand over flame takes me where i want to be

I hope that we don't lose the role to boredom and late nights on the radio
Don't. spare me. i'd rather not know mix tapes sound their best when i'm alone