Crosscut Rewind
Stubborn as I am, I drown in my self chosen sorrow
Nothing more important to me than things I broke, so I keep on breakin'
It don't matter if real or fake, in the end, your feelings they were only borrowed
Now god ahead with your love set-list, call me paranoid and say that you ain't fakin'
What a day, what a day
But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes
And say that you ain't fakin'
What a day, what a day
But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes
And say that this won't
Hidden in your den, you choose to sleep and keep me wandering
But as you always wear your scent bag, I will find you
Even Scattered your feelings are fake, still drown-in' your self chosen sorrow
Now what about your so called gift, is it still by your side or is it you that's fakin'
What a day, what a day
But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes
And say that you ain't fakin'
What a day, what a day
But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes
And say that this won't die
It's coming up again, the same old bad thing
Feels bad as always, all that she says can't take that away
What a day, what a day
What a day, what a day
What a day, what a
What a, what a..rgh
What a day, what a day
But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes
And say that you ain't fakin'
What a day, what a day
But dare you lookin' straight in these eyes
And say that this won't die
It's coming up again, the same old bad thing
Feels bad as always, all that she says can't take that away
It's coming up again, the same old bad thing
Feels bad as always, all that she says can't take that away
