spantini
COO of me, inc.
Dave called. It's his birthday. Come on over. You don't wanna go.
Four walls. Deep inertia closing in. You don't wanna go.
Time was, people mattered. Now they're clatter. You don't wanna go.
Time was, people flattered you. Beautiful. You don't wanna go.
Shutting down. Nothing but a frown upon a face which had a smile and not a trace of misery.
Shutting down. Going to a place - No thoughts of going publicly - anywhere. Sit and stare.
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
Feeling all the little things which prick your mind. Closing in. You don't wanna go.
Simple secrets nothing really yet your mind keeps twisting them around. You don't wanna go.
Versions only you can see or hear inside that wind and wind until you scream.
All made up to satisfy some guilt you feel for what's inside. Please. Please help me.
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
Mascara running down your cheek upon your chin all held within. You don't wanna go.
Teardrops winding serpentine-like following mascara trails. You don't wanna go.
Not a sound heard in the room yet deep inside come anguished wails of doom. You don't wanna go.
Wave upon tidal wave of insecurity wash up on shores beaches no one sees.
Beaches no one ever sees but you.
No one ever sees but you...
You don't wanna go
You don't wanna go
Ok. Don't go.
Four walls. Deep inertia closing in. You don't wanna go.
Time was, people mattered. Now they're clatter. You don't wanna go.
Time was, people flattered you. Beautiful. You don't wanna go.
Shutting down. Nothing but a frown upon a face which had a smile and not a trace of misery.
Shutting down. Going to a place - No thoughts of going publicly - anywhere. Sit and stare.
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
Feeling all the little things which prick your mind. Closing in. You don't wanna go.
Simple secrets nothing really yet your mind keeps twisting them around. You don't wanna go.
Versions only you can see or hear inside that wind and wind until you scream.
All made up to satisfy some guilt you feel for what's inside. Please. Please help me.
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
You don't wanna go, You don't wanna go
Mascara running down your cheek upon your chin all held within. You don't wanna go.
Teardrops winding serpentine-like following mascara trails. You don't wanna go.
Not a sound heard in the room yet deep inside come anguished wails of doom. You don't wanna go.
Wave upon tidal wave of insecurity wash up on shores beaches no one sees.
Beaches no one ever sees but you.
No one ever sees but you...
You don't wanna go
You don't wanna go
Ok. Don't go.
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