Catch 22
Leave me here in the dead of winter
Alone and broken, you're no winner
By the morning I'll be gone
Soon I will realize I was wrong
When I left, you needed me the most
But now you're nothing to me but a ghost
Now I'm gone
How about that
No swan song
Would you take it all back
And if you could say what you needed to
Say it dearly, decline the catch 22
I had a dream none of this ever happened
I wish I'd never woke up
Sweet compassion, I'm tearing at the seams
Now I'm gone
How about that
No swan song
Would you take it all back
And if you could say what you needed to
Say it dearly, decline the catch 22
Autor(es): Nick Broglio