Minor White - Fort Hope

You said come and stay away

'Cause you’re clearly not what or who you say you are

You’re nothing special

But takes a bullet rain

Yeah you are

I’m just sitting here

And it’s clear, that means I can lie

And put bad shits away

I’m just begging from you

If a promise did make a man try

The broken parts say I know I’ll find you

If not the fireworks

Then a minor competition I am dynamite

They explode on call

But no one will memorise it all

So back to the race

Putting on sweet sixty-six just 'cause I like it

Hex cut in your face

Well it’s too little, too late

I’m gonna ransom us

This coward know the rigs of give and loss

And I won’t complain

'Cause I’m just here, you see the pain

So what am I gonna do tonight?

The lights inside only show the land of why

What I used to be

Won’t you get to describe the minor white

Explodes these flaws

And no one will never be

So I’m packing a bag

Just a book and a knife and an apple

'Cause when I am gone

There’ll be nothing to want

If you were given these thoughts

Am I even with a chance

To right these wrongs

To right these wrongs

To right these wrongs

To right these wrongs