(Verse 1)
I can't wait 'til we meet face-to-face to see all the disgraceful shit we do. There's no me walking away from you. Me? Unstable? True. What to make of you? A whole class, dismissed. An asterisk, next to the name. The name next to fame. Fame next to Flame. Just an L away. Always told to move the hell away. What a helluva day. History being made, while I slip sleep a mickey. It doesn't get to me. It gets me sick. Either way. I read and reprise. Pardon the fallback, but knowledge got me falling back in the arms of a cottage.
(Hook)
Don't you walk away from me!
I know things are bad right now, but... don't you walk away!
(Verse 2)
Pardon my low self-esteem for being guarded and on-guarding anybody who's helping me on the low. All we need to know is how. I need to show you how. Breathing deep and taking breathers, to show who's now. It's not stupidity. It's history. I love it. It's budging me from this little myst I be in. The abyss below. I dare you to see. Like "...To Move". Switchfoot. What a look. What a good kiss from The Good. The Good is so Bad, that I got a stance. The problem is, no one got a chance. And she got a man. No dollar van. No dollars from me, so now she gotta scram.
(Hook)
Don't you walk away from me!
I know things are bad right now, but... don't you walk away!
(Verse 3)
Consider it a sign (sine) of the times. Like try (tri) and square (square). Maybe dying is in the air. I don't care. I *wave* it goodbye with my psy. Make me cry, I dare. Say goodbye to the idea. I'm like a pear. iPear. You might need me. Ikea. Brightening the space. Enlightening with my face. Smile and shining. Golden. I am a prize and I know it. Surprise! I've been stolen. By the moment. Any breath that's held exhales and tells the very Satan in Hell that they wish him well.
(Hook)
I know things are bad right now, but... don't you walk away!
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Cold Out My Eye
Available at charleshamilton3.bandcamp.com
Produced by Charles Hamilton.
circa 2022.
Out!
