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Everything's Going My Way

 

Everything's Going My Way

(album: Drifter - 2011)


I've been pulling scars from my skin's surface just to see
If they'd heal up pretty after bleeding again.
I've got more hope for fresh wounds than old flaws that just remind and rewind.
I can't stop, don't look at me. You can't stop,

Is this wrong?
Each time I socialize I feel like
I do it just to get through it.
Is there more to it? Nothing gets me through it.
I don't like myself enough to be your friend.

I'm binging on time but somehow I'm heaving dry.
It doesn't add up.
These coordinates are spinning and spinning too fast.

If this wrong?
Each time I sleep at night I feel like
I do it just to get through it.
Is there more to it? I am not satisfied.
I try to orient myself
By looking to the sunrise

I've been binging on time.
Somehow I'm heaving dry.
It doesn't add up.
Today's already the past of what to come.
These coordinates are spinning and spinning too fast.
I can't coordinate myself anywhere.

I've been binging on time.
Somehow I'm heaving dry.
It doesn't add up.
Today's already the past of what to come.
These coordinates are spinning and spinning too fast.
I can't coordinate myself anywhere.
Myself anywhere.

My virtues were stolen from their beds last night.
I thought I had them tucked in tight.
Time isn't money; it's chump change.
I keep it around 'cause the sound it makes reminds me of my bad habits.

If this wrong?
Each time I sleep at night I feel like
I do it just to get through it.
Is there more to it? I am not satisfied.
I try to orient myself
By looking to the sunrise

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