I'll sing you to sleep. Do you find safety in number and wonder what's in between seventeen and me? Do you cry out loud? My sweet Pessimist I can
Your heart's been used as target practice but I'm not the one holding onto the gun. Or wounds, you've sutured tight with tears and silence. Save yourself
but I'll sing you to sleep. Do you find safety in number and wonder what's in between seventeen and me? Do you cry out loud? My sweet Pessimist I
