Carried Away - KEROSENE

If we ever meet again

«Look how I’ve grown» she said

«But my heart isn’t a measure of my head

And better yet

I’ve lost faith in what we said all over again

Thanks for yesterday

Your opinion is read but you know what to say»

Oh I’m so out of place

Oh I’m so sick out getting carried away

And all my friends say

They’ll be at the funeral

As I get carried away

If we were to meet again

I’d ask if my heart and my head could find an end

Because I feel blessed with this mess of mine

And I get dressed and take to the window

To see all I have left behind

Nothing is forever

Nor alone nor time together

Oh I’m so out of place

Oh I’m so sick out getting carried away

And all my friends say

They’ll be at the funeral

As I get carried away

I’m sorry

Well I

I’m so sorry

Well I’m sorry

And it goes on and on and on and on and on

If we were to meet again

«Look how I’ve grown» she said

«But my heart isn’t a measure of my head»

Oh I’m so out of place

Oh I’m so sick out getting carried away

And all my friends say

They’ll be at the funeral

As I get carried away