No Man's Land
I'm in No Man's Land, got my heart in my hand
Put it back on the shelf, like the urge to cut my self
Speak in code so neither knows
It's nobody's business but my own
I'm in No Man's Land, got my heart in my hand
Put it back on the shelf, like the urge to cut my self
Speak in code so neither knows
It's nobody's business but my own
I caught feelings, I lost reasoning
And it was all I could do to keep all signs from you
You can kiss me anywhere except the mouth
That's not the type of thing we're about
I bit off all my nails, I did not sleep for weeks
Hiding signs of weakness underneath the sheets
I was doing fine before you came along
Well OK maybe that's a lie, I mean I wasn't writing songs
These marks on your wrist from when you were a kid, stupid
Blood stains on linen, what you been sniffing?
We Have The Facts And We're Voting Yes
On my way south to Seattle again
Slept in my clothes and my makeup
My friends ask me where I've been
Well I'm in No Man's Land, got my heart in my hand
Put it back on the shelf, like the urge to cut my self
Speak in code so neither knows
It's nobody's business but my own
Well I'm in No Man's Land, got my heart in my hand
Put it back on the shelf, like the urge to cut my self
Speak in code so neither knows
It's nobody's business but my own
It's nobody's business but my own
It's nobody's business but my own
It's nobody's business but my own
Autor(es): The Complex Dialect