​moving out

[Verse 1: leastfavorite!]
Cut off again
Go make it all my fault
You like to sing my praises
Like some bittersweet song
For calloused audience
Tuned to miss the obvious:
It's better I'm dead if you're gone

[Bridge: leastfavorite!]
And I miss you in the middle of Monday mornings
Right before the Ritalin kicks
But if you're still trying to wage the war you won
Well you should turn away from this

[Verse 2: jauntsen]
If I hold onto a past life
I'll get sentimental at half time
I'll lose all the reasons to pass you by
I'll forget what's better than this
(I'll forget what's better than this)

[Outro: leastfavorite!]
Oh, give me a space now
I'm closing my еyes
A breach of the soul
Found in layеred disguise
Don't show me your face now
I'm more than alive
A splay of the locus
Trade for something divine