​casualty

I know
You were alone
But I thought I would
Drop by
My hands tied
The dream died
End of conversation

Be careful
Your makeup
Might run through
This shake-up

I'd like to wipe another tear with my fingertips
I sold my soul
Sold it all for an ego trip

I wrote
The book on honesty
Up high
A social prodigy

Or no?
Why would I be grand
Take a note from pasts I've lived

And then we'll go back to my place
Maybe I'll write a song for you
You always thought you'd love for someone to
Come around and be a fool for you
But I'm way too modest
And you're way too callused

Be careful
I wrote you
A poеm
Remember why

I wrotе
The book on honesty
Up high
A social prodigy

I wrote the book on being
Second best
And nothing less
You're everything that one should be
A shining star of royalty

Call me up and tell me
'Bout the night you found your god
In LSD
Then you can write me off as just another
Wasted casualty