Minor White

You said come and stay away Cause you're clearly not what or who you say you are You're nothing special But it takes a bullet rain Yeah you are I'm just sitting here And it's clear, that means I can lie And put bad shits away I'm just begging from you If a promise did make a man try The broken parts say I know I'll find you If not the fireworks Then a minor competition I am dynamite They explode on call But no one will memorise it all So back to to the race Putting on sweet sixty-six 'cause I like it Hex cut in your face Well it's too little, too late I'm gonna ransom us This coward know the rigs of give and loss And I won't complain 'Cause Im just here, you see the pain So what am I gonna do tonight? The lights inside only show the land of why What I used to be Won't you get to describe the minor white Explodes these flaws And no one will never be So I'm packing a bag Just a book and a knife and an apple 'Cause when I am gone There'll be nothing to want If you were given these thoughs Am I even with a chance To right these wrongs To right these wrongs To right these wrongs To right these wrongs