Flight Risk - Sweet Cobra

I mentioned once or twice or more

Eyes of innocence, eyes begging to be proud again, but turn away in disgust

I guess I’ve planned for the worst of things

But I still haven’t woke up from this fucking dream

And I dug my nails into her back, my guts wrenched tight in pain

My arm becomes the weight of death, and crushes while I drift

She was supposed to wait for me, but I fucked up her gift

I guess I’ve planned for the worst of things

But I still haven’t woke up from this fucking dream

I guess I’ve planned for the worst of things without the balls to jump

All this guilt rains down on me

I know I’ll soon be crushed

I’m so proud, proud of myself

Just wanted to see if you were listening