4.Against My Better Judgement
with starving appetites for arguments
you remind me of a secret
I was never suppose to tell
the time is up - the veredict in
everybody right - everybody wins
didn you know you were a saint
what a shameful fall from grace
but I l catch you
everybody waiting for
that something they can hold on to
while tripping over our own words
to self-dug graves for an excuse to fall
cause every failure
just as sweet as the last
as a dream comes
when there are many cares
so the speech of a fool
when there are many words
the sun it misses summer in winter
didn you know we wear the same
the same pretentious name
let trade for awhile - I so curious
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