Deadlines (Thoughtful)
Lyrics
I am not awake
I am not asleep
I am not so shallow
I am not that deep
Do you wanna dance?
Someone shut the door
On the losing side
Of some sort of war
He said, "I'd like to do this for a living
But I don't know how"
Why would all the commercials
Sleeping on a leash
There was a predestined set of symbols
Taking in to place of Prom Queen crown in the background
Stepping out in front, a pair of Vans took me to your place
Your eyes help me
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
No more reflection
Swearing all I see is you
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
(I think I'm on to something)
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
(Shut up)
(Shut the fu-)
Old compassion
It's transforming me into
(Shut, shut up)
(Hey)
Writer(s): William Barnes
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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