Riding with a head full of pockets of red
And what I said still stuck in my head
But misled
Thinking the things I do would make you never wanna come back
But an all front attacks, you could never run from that
Being trapped in this with you, something that I never wanted to do
But through it all you've got to see that where I want to be
Is over the pen again letting it out of me
In the center of the day in the dream, seeing all my thoughts
Getting lost in between, realizing one, not the way that it seems
And the killing and the killer with a head full of screams<