I've got a fog hanging over me,
It opens shades of grey,
They fall over everything,
And the colours are all washed away,
Like the dye from your hair,
You're swimming in dishonesty,
I'm backing up,
I'm leaving words unsaid,
I'm blacking out,
In some womans bed,
I've filled my head,
With chemicals,
So that I can sleep through…
So I'll stop if you ask me to,
I'll clean up my act,
I'll learn to under-react.
I'll open no cans of worms,
I'll keep them sealed at the side,
Or hidden at the back of my,
Messed up mind,
I'm falling behind…
And I'm not gonna try to catch back up.
Don't ask me to forget…
Theres nothing more I'd want…
But you're jammed in my head,
Your kiss, your touch, your voice...
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