Strike - Ctznshp

I was freaking out

When I read the note you left

It said that I had mutinied on myself

The flowers you threw out were my way of saying

I’m sorry for taking all the good times for granted

I guess you’d left a long time before I even knew you were

Gone

I miss the fun

Of wrecking a good day

Misquoting films and never giving in

Drinking spritzers on summer nights out on the fire escapes

They’re just last chances for us to get away

The cloth that I wear have suddenly come

Back into style

Strike

You should stop racing

It won’t make you great

Nobody will know

If you’re a little late

The nights are so full of dangerous things

The best people that I know

Keep making the worst mistakes

The money I made

It just kind of slipped away

Strike

You should stop racing

It won’t make you great

Nobody will know

If you’re a little late

You should stop racing

It won’t make you great

Nobody will know

If you’re a little late

You should stop racing

It won’t make you great

Nobody will know

If you’re a little late