Twist

To you who brought me back to life

Twisted thorns that grow inside

Shingle washing my old bones

Screams woe-betides and woe-be-gones

Just enough love to go 'round

For you who's turning me back on

Doesn't make it right or wrong

A prisoners of the mind

Of woebegones and woe-betides

Just enough love to go 'round.

Just enough love to go 'round

Two hearts a firefly

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Of woebetides and woebegones

Just enough love to go around.

It's not me

It's not me

A boy on a bike who is running away

An empty car in the woods with the motor left running

It's not me

It's not me

It's not me

An empty car with the motor left running.

And this face it isn't me

And this face it isn't me.