The Injured List - Scarborough Fair

I lie in the leaves
Praying they'll take me with them
I do what I please in the dark but come day I'm
Wandering around again pretending I never said
What I said to you
I can't justify everything I put you, I put you through
But are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love, a true love of mine
No needle nor thread, only paper and pen
I'll try to explain everything that I said
But I can't find the words to reveal what I meant
When I said that I don't feel like we're even friends
I can't justify everything I put you, I put you through
But are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love, a true love of mine
A true love of mine
A true love of mine
A true love of mine
A true love of mine
I've become the man I prayed I'd never be
The one inside your head that's always whispering
Plea for your life now, butterfly
It's all you have and now it's mine
Your wings beat to my pulse now
Fly away to tear apart your wings and pray you'll never fly again
Fly away
Just so you know what I'm up to my neck in
I'll try to remember the last time I slept
But I can't seem to get your face out of my head
I'm guilty, and I know it
But are you going to Scarborough Fair
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love, a true love of mine

Written by:
Nathan Marks

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