Don't make it last
Be sure to make it first
And don't hear anything I say from
Here on out unless you want to make it worse
Believe me
I haven't been home
To meet me yet
But it's just like me to forget
And that's a gas to me
That the person that I'm bound to be's
Never there to see the absent man he is
I guarantee he's somebody else
And i just figure it out from here
I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
And I've been holding candles
To the people that I've been
But winter paranoia makes me think
I'm back to being one of them
And though one could say
That every day is trailing rolling stones
I think I'm spending too much time on my own
Versions of me
Have an aversion to me
I know
I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
Don't be so impatient
To see the All of you
Folding creases into your face
Don't be so impatient
To see the All of you
Folding creases into your face
Don't be so impatient
To know
That I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
No Object - Only Say Hello Lyrics
No Object - Only Say Hello Lyrics
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Don't make it last
Be sure to make it first
And don't hear anything I say from
Here on out unless you want to make it worse
Believe me
I haven't been home
To meet me yet
But it's just like me to forget
And that's a gas to me
That the person that I'm bound to be's
Never there to see the absent man he is
I guarantee he's somebody else
And i just figure it out from here
I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
And I've been holding candles
To the people that I've been
But winter paranoia makes me think
I'm back to being one of them
And though one could say
That every day is trailing rolling stones
I think I'm spending too much time on my own
Versions of me
Have an aversion to me
I know
I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
Don't be so impatient
To see the All of you
Folding creases into your face
Don't be so impatient
To see the All of you
Folding creases into your face
Don't be so impatient
To know
That I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
Be sure to make it first
And don't hear anything I say from
Here on out unless you want to make it worse
Believe me
I haven't been home
To meet me yet
But it's just like me to forget
And that's a gas to me
That the person that I'm bound to be's
Never there to see the absent man he is
I guarantee he's somebody else
And i just figure it out from here
I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
And I've been holding candles
To the people that I've been
But winter paranoia makes me think
I'm back to being one of them
And though one could say
That every day is trailing rolling stones
I think I'm spending too much time on my own
Versions of me
Have an aversion to me
I know
I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
Don't be so impatient
To see the All of you
Folding creases into your face
Don't be so impatient
To see the All of you
Folding creases into your face
Don't be so impatient
To know
That I'm just the only one on display
I could be any blank slate
Brought from the back one day
I plan to be planned out
Lying beside my fated self
I think I'm talking to myself again
Writer: No Object
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