Pacemaker

I’d tell myself, I’d play pretend
Bent by august, our spines would snap
You said you knew then
You said you’d wait for me, yeah
I rolled my eyes
Big mistake
But you always wrong me
And you always have somewhere else to be
I’d blind myself and hear your rants
Search for fondness, find my friends
Its a shame (bends me out of shape)
The midnight plays (in the cruelest way)
Tricks of hope (trickle down my face)
A pulse to pace
But you always wrong me wrong me
But you always have somewhere else to be