Sorry 'bout my head, it's not here
I'm still learning how to fear
I'm too spirited for one of a kind
About my head, it's all near
But I'm learning how to steer
It's a miracle that I still oblige, oblige
Sorry 'bout my head, it's in space
I'm still learning how to pace
I'm too atheist to pray for my life
About my head, it's on straight
But I'm all over the place
I'm too making-shift for shaping a life
I pledge my love to the runt who never got away
I mend my cuts for the runt that you convinced to stay, to stay
Where is your head? I don't fret
I'm just asking for a friend, he's got enemies that beckon the light
His name is Bren, don't forget
An irrational lament that you left for him on Benedict Drive
I pledge my love to the runt who never got away
I mend my cuts for the runt that you convinced to stay, to stay
Do you remember them? The blind, they paid no mind
(You wrap me up)
Split on the cusp and just in time you made it right
(You wrap me up)
I won't forget about the way you saved my life
You wrap me up
You wrap me up
You wrap me up
First aid
First aid
First aid
First aid
I would slit his wrists and reminisce it if it wasn't for my sis
She's got heart the size of I-95, I drive
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