You had that nighttime confidence, Yet Again
Like when you tear us all to bits, Yet Again
If you really want advice here, You're too much like a wall
If you're gonna light those fires, We're all up in arms again
Well I don't belong here, Don't fit your style
Felt your left foot, Now meet my right
See now over this, you meddler
Feed off all the rest, you meddler
Talking so close, you bring to mind, No fun to be behaving
But you really lit a fire, All up in arms again
Why don't you feed off all the rest
Well I don't belong here, Don't fit your style
Felt your left foot, Now meet my right
It's now or never, More difficult
Those midnight answers, And stray arrows
Never, never, lean on you
Clever, clever, One on two
You're mine, Finite, Imagine this
It's sad, to say, It's simple
When still we want to watch
Well, I don't belong here, Don't fit your style
Felt your left foot, Now meet my right
It's now or never, More difficult
No midnight answers, or stray arrows
I don't belong
*4th track off of Chevelle's upcoming album, "Hats Off to the Bull" (released Dec. 6th) **I do not own this song/Chevelle. i do not own the copyrights to this song.
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