My Demise
I wrote a lot of songs
I’d write em all again
In your hands, in your hands
Sinking in the sand

Cleaner than every part
I worked on some new start
Outta touch, outta time
Mmmm

And I could not define
The lines and terms that brought out my demise
But I wanna to see
All the times that defined you and me

20 to 50 I
Held you up as my god
In your hands, in your hands
Sinking in the sand

She wears an auburn dress
My life was built on this
Outta touch, I’m outta time
Oh, who am I?
And I could not define
The lines and terms that brought out my demise
But I wanna to see
All the times that defined you and me

So hold me dear
Let’s be unreal
I’ll fill my heart with blank cliches
I’ll raise my hands
I’ll scream and I’ll shake
Cause' it’s the last thing
This is the last thing
So lift me up
And keep me awake