Songs I Write

Stained Glass

This is called Stained Glass and it's just... well, yeah.
Note to self: Listening to The 1975 nonstop will take you somewhere.

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I'm already at gun point
Why don't you shoot me in the chest?
But, no, that's not what you want
You wanna take it and tear it all to shreds

Just lay your head
Lay your head
Feet off of the ground
Off the ground
Flying through the sky
Sky high
With the wings you borrowed
From out of town

Why don't you clean the blood off your hands?
Stained glass and stained hearts, stained hope around the ropes that I can't stand
I don't understand
Out of the millions of people you are, you chose to be this man
Oh

I'm all ready but there's no point
Well, boy, why don't you give it a rest?
But, no, you can't stand anything without that cigarette
Used to have a habit of sinning but now I've lost interest

Just lay your head
Lay your head
Feet off of the ground
Off the ground
And now we're
Sky high
With the wings you carved out
And now I'm falling down, down, down

Why don't you clean the blood off your hands?
Stained glass and stained hearts, stained hope around the ropes that I can't stand
I don't understand
Out of the millions of people you are, you chose to be this man
Oh

You're always coming back but you never let go
Am I insane or in pain? What's the difference? Oh
You just sit and watch while I freak and lose control
Laughing at my tears like you're at a screening show

I'm already at gun point
Why don't you shoot me in the chest?
So many things that I don't know
But I'm learning too much about you, I guess

Flying through the sky
Sky high
With the wings you claimed
And the heart that promised to never let you down

Why don't you clean the blood off your hands?
Stained glass and stained hearts, stained hope around the ropes that I can't stand
I don't understand
Out of the millions of people you are, you chose to be this man
Oh

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