Dead Poet Society - Dempsey

Paint my mind with a little you
I Think it might be hot gotta try it out
Can't my style get a little weight
I guess I'll drive out west maybe feel it out

I just want to try

Make my time a riddle and a whisper
Wait in line, I'm running red

Two months out, feel a little lost
It got cold and left a bitter taste
Sunshine makes me feel alone
Makes me want to know if I have a chance

I can't fall asleep if I,
I just want to try

Make my time a riddle and a whisper
Wait in line, I'm running red
Coz I will be a trigger on the west coast
One day it's gonna be mine
Dempsey, you're killing me

I don't really know myself
I don't want to go
No don't really understand
But I will leave again, I'm running red

I don't really know my self
I don't really know
I don't really know myself
I don't really know

Make my time a riddle and a whisper
Wait in line, I'm running red
I will be a trigger on the west coast
One day it's gonna be mine
Dempsey, you're killing me