B.Miles - Tell Me I'm Wrong

Inch of sweat on my back
Another hazy morning
Quick, don't look in those eyes
Failed ambitions showing
Grab your heels don't look back
At defiled sheets that creep
Out the backdoor slow
And don't wake number nineteen

I'm on my way to paralyzed
It's the quaint little town in your mind that you
Keep shaded just an hour ride
After you've swallowed more than a few you want to
I'd lie but fingers tried
Predict leash is untied
I'm on my way paralyzed

Blurry words floating out
Escaping from his chapped lips
Scratch and claw at your cage
This substance only guilt trips
Block out all that he says
Skin growing pale
Self hate, not yet there but on
It's slowly in the mail so

I'm on my way to paralyzed
It's the quaint little town in your mind that you
Keep shaded just an hour ride
After you've swallowed more than a few you want to
I'd lie but fingers tried
Predict leash is untied
I'm on my way paralyzed

I don't wanna wait for something better
Time again you tell me I'm wrong

I don't wanna wait for something better
Time again you tell me I'm wrong