Bad Form, Peter

Warren Piece
2 AM comes to a close again tonightConnecting the trails of stars in the sky to your eyesMy thoughts never seem to be my own anymoreOverdone, someone's done a better job at who I am trying to beExpect the worst, 'cause you'll never get the bestAnd that's the way you beat disappointment.Dreams, like cobwebs, spun on the ceiling in borrowed time Watch in the mirror, pupils dilate as I stare me downI can't see without some kind of aidYou shouldn't believe the words I've never said to youExpect the worst, 'cause you'll never get the bestAnd that's the way you beat disappointmentHere, I'm waiting for youHere, I'm waiting at the door Aus Songtexte Mania