your face
• Written by crystal
First press play, then we’ll play.
It’s the same old game, just cut, next frame.
Shakespeare first, then Molière.
Tragedy to comedy, an act so raw to me.
Start your flow, it’s your show,
‘else it’s paycheck, rain check, your own shipwreck,
Hands on deck, it’s mic check, say,
‘This is me for you to see, a gift, just pay your fee.’
Chorus
And I’ll remember your face,
But I’m not coming home,
‘Cause I’m stuck in this place
Where it pays big to roam.
Break stage right, missed that flight,
Now it’s airport naps, short break, next port.
Who are you? Just ask the mirror.
Stake it out and fake ‘em out, next city break it out.
Time for rest, did your best.
Now you move it, groove it, fast, prove it.
She cries out, listen, hear her
Celebrate, initiate, live once, appreciate.
Chorus
And I’ll remember your face,
But I’m not coming home,
‘Cause I’m stuck in this place
Where it pays big to roam
Feeling real, that’s your deal.
But I can’t keep, ‘cause what you reap is
What you sow, so back up, step down
Keep from drowning, I can’t take much more.
I hope you know, you caused this flow
Of words and heart and broken dreams
But my fault lies in what I chose
You wait for me, I’ll keep you here
Chorus
And I’ll remember your face,
But I’m not coming home,
‘Cause I’m stuck in this place
Where it pays big to roam
Playing with fire is a danger zone
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crystal
Member since August 6 2014