Fakeouts by Matt Foley

Nights all the same now
As this fire would, inch to subside
It was on the fakeouts, that this dry halt
put me over the rise

And I wish it was my fault,
So that I could put up a fight
I can't take the lies for 25 more
Just throw me a line

Break down the noise that I brought home
It's just the same old fears I've owned
Don't raise your voice, don't be so cold
Just say goodbye to me
I'm gone.

He breaks all his faith out
Call the psych ward over tonight
So to his knees he caved out... looking skyward
No one in sight.

Don't tell me it's my fault
Just to pile on, and start up a fight
You played this sudden tide wrong...
There's a sly brawl going on inside

Break down the noise that I brought home
It's just the same old fears I've owned
Don't raise your voice, don't be so cold
Just say goodbye to me
I'm gone.

Gone.

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