No. 2
Practicing Your Moves
Finally went home
completely alone
laid awake all night
pooling up blood
down in the mud
somewhere out of sight
Caught you practicing your moves
to a silent cheer
blown out in your room
its true, this time, nobody's here
There's new drinking games
that bring up old flames
blow them out of scale
you pour out your souls
digging new holes
to follow alice trail
Caught you practicing your moves
to a silent cheer
blown out in your room
it's true, this time, nobody's here
From Letras Mania