BleedingHeartsClub(Mpls.Chapter)(Explicit)

Bleeding Hearts Club (Mpls. Chapter) - P.O.S

It's been a bit; you look a little sick

You got the vibe of a ghost and I'm not equipped

But I can host, or I can drive

And a ride might be right, just hit the gas and crash

Tonight, must have been a beast

I bet you still rock a sweater in the heat, right?

And you can stand like it's not that bad

But I only hear from you when it is

And you know that

My agenda is pure, I'm sure you remember

The dialogue that occured, I would render

The whole campus blue

If it was just another blender to manage through

Guess it depends on the day to day

Most days I don't even wanna see your face

Don't say that you don't need love; it's old

Act tough but your blood's exposed

I like the way you comb your hair

And I love them stylish clothes you wear

You've got some lights you're down to share

It seems as if you want to care

Good luck; the game you play ain't fair

Still stuck on why you standin' there

We'll keep your name inside the prayer

Tear down that self-made cross you bear

I've been your ride the last few years

I've seen you through when no one's there

I finally get why that's the case

We let the liar lie in wake

Up, it don't deserve my sleep

And I can't catch a wink 'til you stop, 'til you think

'Til you're clean, 'til you quit

'Til you're done

This is it; I'm at the end of my rope

You're at the end of your wick

Midday with your bright stage light and your

Mistakes, more weight and the frame might

Give way to the offbeat dance 'til the

City and the concrete cracks in here

I still watch you 'cause I believe

There's somethin' true beind your teeth

It's in them secrets that you keep

Fish outta water trying to breathe

I like the way you comb your hair

And I love them stylish clothes you wear

You've got some lights you're down to share

It seems as if you want to care

Good luck; the game you play ain't fair

Still stuck on why you standin' there

We'll keep your name inside the prayer

Tear down that self-made cross you bear

Bear with me, it's wrong to stare

But somehow I'm on it like it's what you wanted

Now I'm here, whistlin' a song and tears

Might fall on a pair of distracted ears

Are you, listenin' it's the sound of toy hancuffs

And another voice you can't trust

Disrupt the self destruct

Waitin' for the ball to hit the ground