Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that no one's gonna listen, no one understands.
So there's no open doors, and there's no way to get though,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.
There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story, no one worries,
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
well I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
You say that no one's gonna listen, no one understands.
So there's no open doors, and there's no way to get though,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.
There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story, no one worries,
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,
two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
well I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.
lyrics from Two by The Antlers
(swear warning!!)
I felt like doing Something with Writer, a character Of mine from a Story I've been working on.
comments and criticism are always appreciated!!
Also timer is a few hours off i Guess
