Layabouts Cut My Strings
This empty street I'm walking on,
takes me somewhere I don't Know
My crooked wings are falling down.
With out them I'm stuck to the ground
And you can't hear me shout
And you can't hear me shout
Stuck inside a dirty car
with the cute girl from the bar
Nothing inside or on my mind,
just two strangers in the night
And you can't hear me shout
And you can't hear me shout
Oh, I don't know what to do
I don't know where to go
I try to move on from this broken scene
Getting what I want and what I need
Can you be the one that cuts my strings?
Useless puppet with no puppeteer
What to do?
And I just know that I don't care at all
