Crows Feet

My head’s all spun around pretend I’m fine
Who knows if I am yours or you are mine
The circuits in my brain and burnt and fried
It’s too late for me I’ve lost my mind
You went out in the sunset, you weren’t looking for trouble
My god it found you

All these dusty halls and haunted corridors
What are you searching for?
You’ve been looking on bookshelves trying to find yourself
In words wrote by someone greater than yourself

My head’s all spun around pretend I’m fine
Who knows if I am yours or you are mine
The circuits in my brain and burnt and fried
It’s too late for me I’ve lost my mind

You can just step into something a little more deceiving
Now you’re achieving the feeling you wish you were receiving
Paint your face colour your hair, look like you actually care

My head’s all spun around pretend I’m fine
Who knows if I am yours or you are mine
The circuits in my brain and burnt and fried
It’s too late for me I’ve lost my mind