And We Should Die Of That Roar - Cool With Despair

Cool With Despair

Like a high speed train
That's always runnin a bit late
A slick Master plan
Ruined by fate
Like a good hearted mother
Who wouldn't spare a birch
And a truth found somewhere halfway
Between a mosque and a church

And you're always almost, always almost
Never quite there yet
Your winters are all blue n gray
And your summers are all cold n wet
Like a good hearted father
Who couldn't find the way home
Like a rescue in refuge...
A blowfish in your throat

And you'll all pretend you've loved me
Lookin' down into my grave
And if I could I'd beg you all
Not to bother n just go away
Like a good hearted friend
Who failed to see your pain
What's hope but overrated
I'm cool with despair

Written by:
HARIS AGIC

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