Runs Dry

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I don’t care to spare

A moment of mine

Empty sensations

My feelings are blind

The show is painted all around

And the paint runs dry

For me

For me.

I remember every

Moment I died

The thing I remember most

Is no one ever cries

For me 

For me.

 

(Chorus)

Give me a train

To a plain life

Mary Jane could be my wife

Blow my dice

For my own life

Blow my dice

Let me roll twice.

Deserts run dry 

Like eyes to the sky

It’s a starry eyed

Dry melody

Melody 

For me

For me.

Candles burn bright 

Near two hearts 

In love with fire

So I’ve heard

But I can’t be sure

I’ve never seen 

Love’s been so mean

To me

To me.

(Chorus)

Give me a train

To a plain life

Mary Jane could be my wife

Blow my dice

For my own life

Blow my dice

Let me roll twice.

(Bridge)

Easy doesn’t please

With friendly enemies

Lay down stolen money

Broken to my knees

Built on bull s**t memories 

As hard as I try I just can’t please

Friendly enemies.

Friendly enemies

I don’t need friends like these.

(Chorus)

Give me a train

To a plain life

Mary Jane could be my wife

Blow my dice

For my own life

Blow my dice

Let me roll twice.

And the paint runs dry

On this starry eyed night

And days have died

What could have been great memories

But you rolled the dice

Just pour it on ice

For me

For me

December 27th 2020

By: Adam John Hopkins