Sentimental - Wolfy

I think I’m full of shit

But it’s all sentimental

I like my share of fear

But keep it soft and gentle

Not like the words I use

Mixed with a taste of hatred I don’t save for anybody else

I dream of empty streets

Dark nights and cups of coffee

I dream of rolling hills

I hear her laughing softly

But there’s a pressing sense

That everything around me isn’t felt by anybody else

And if I’m out of line

Won’t you take the blame

This is what I get for guessing at the words you won’t say

Let our voices break

Let us tear our way back home again

Because I swear that there’s a reason for the awful things I say

No it’s not you

Maybe one day