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Artist: The Bombpops
Canonical path: /the-bombpops/outta-hand
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Outta Hand
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Outta Hand
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They say that you want what you can't have
But I take it to heart, the thought it drives me mad
At night it gets worse
Follow suit to the things that make so
I'm told that you get what you deserve
But I take it to heart
Forgot what I learned
Lost time, outta hand
Follow suit to the things that let me go
Heavy breathing, I'm staring at the ceiling
The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips
And now they're rushing me, everyone is hushing me
Telling stories best kept behind these lips
But when the walls start to cave in
The tally marks that I left will represent
All the days that I spent wondering
They call it karma but it's something that I never wanted
To take the time to fully understand
At night it gets worse,
Follow suit to the things that make me so
Heavy breathing, I'm staring at the ceiling
The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips
And now they're rushing me, everyone is hushing me
Telling stories best kept behind these lips
But when the walls start to cave in
The tally marks that I left will represent
All the days that I spent wondering
Wraping my head around it
There's ground beneath my feet
But somehow I keep sinking
There's air inside my chest
But I am barely breathing
I need a sedative but I can't swallow it, so I crush it up
I need a sedative but I can't swallow it, so I crush it up
Heavy breathing, I'm staring at the ceiling
The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips
And now they're rushing me, everyone is hushing me
Telling stories best kept behind these lips
But when the walls start to cave in
The tally marks that I left will represent
All the days that I spent wondering
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