Stroke 9 Tear Me In Two
I know it's hard please try to coax me
Try to elevate me to the level of choice
A scarlet sky, a silver moon is a veil before my eyes
How can she be so in tune
Tear me in two
And bore a little hole
That I can see right through
Your diversions my digression
Take me apart
You enbumber my progression
And then you save me
It slips by, it slips by
Much to my suprise
And you think that I drink too much
Yeah, well I don't mind
I don't mind
I think of all the time we've wasted
I think of all our time apart
Your scathing tongue is not the one
That I need anymore
