American Music Club

Dallas, Airports, Body Bags
Shuffling through people like cards I can't find anyone to take my losing hand Winning streak left me high and dry A winning streak that slowly drains from the land I'm hanging by a thread "Forget me," I pray to the day Tired of being stuck on a pin "Forget me Don't see me this way Jumping out of my skin" Shuffling through people like cards Let them blow around like sand Maybe it'll uncover some beauty in their eyes Maybe it'll give me a place to breathe Maybe it'll give me some room to stand From Letras Mania