High Beam Composure کے بول

Fall sideways To face you all the way down Have disarray to know you Don't back away She don't love you anyway And he don't love you anyway We, anyway Fall sideways to show you Don't back away We Don't Love You Anyway I want a chance at owning everything I couldn't own I want to change I want to bring precision Thoughts? A poem? A rotten lesson? You hear anything I couldn't do? I want to change I want to sense some sort of Disillusionment But I've become so, you know Yeah, yeah You know? Typical In your eyes, I'm trailing off And I can't stand up In your eyes, I'm taking off But I can't stand up You know you're so typical And you're still tipping over