Drag Out

Don’t freeze me in weak little frames
Don’t picture me perfect because I don’t look so great
I won’t hack a hedge in the maze
I won’t find myself until I look in the last place
Last place?
Last prize?
Last ditch?
That’s mine
Drag out, past life
That’s it, last time…
I’d give «mine» to be an «us.»
I’d give «mine» to just be «us.»
I’d give «mine» to be «just us.»
I’d give «mine» to be «just.»
You won’t find a band like mine; we don’t stay mad
You won’t find a band like mine; we don’t stay, no
You left me a mess on the ground
You laughed at my body, but who’s that laughing now?
I’ve gathered a massive amount
We’re after you and there is nothing left to drag out
Past life?
Last ditch?
That’s mine
Drag out last rites
That’s it, last time?
One more time…
Maybe magic don’t come back, don’t come back
Come back, come back