LEFT UNSAID
Brendan Bennett
GENRE
[Verse 1: Bensbeendead.]
Left unsaid that’s so unlike you
Breath of fresh air my souls revival
In the scary hours, in the dead of night
By then i’ll take whatever love’s been left aside
Oh little bit of frolic, just a martyr left to play
Oh isn’t it ironic, what we never got to say
I been holding onto hope, but slowly counting down the days
And the string that I been swinging on
Is thinner than a blade
I came home for the sunset, you sunrise
Crippled my precision, got a motherfucker tongue tied
Bottle of tequila, knotted feelings we should untie
Maybe wе could figure out exactly when thе love died
Maybe I’m paranoid, got a fever, nothing sweet as being sick of it all
Maybe you’ve been all along, not a drug, you’re just a puzzle to solve
[Chorus: Bensbeendead.]
Oh you’re holding my
Fragile ego
And I think you know
How you’ll break it
And you sit there
With a face like
In your head it’s already done
[Verse 2: Brendan Bennett]
Lost it all a million times, I write it with the same stroke
Whiskey or tequila, it depend on how the day go
Called you up a million times, just to hear the ring go-
(I’m sorry-)
As if you’d even ever say so
Hide your love, it fade too fast
I trusted you with all I had
And in return, all I asked
Is when I call, you call me back, but...
You hate me now? Well, be specific
I got too many reasons everybody wan be a critic
You hit me on the phone saying how I be ego tripping
Like I ain’t got a lil bro expecting me be prolific
Or heed the vision
And maybe I’m paranoid, vision twisted, sick of living, if this living at all
And maybe you’re paranormal, haunted images that trick me into missing it all
[Chorus: Bensbeendead.]
Oh you’re holding my
Fragile ego
And I think you know
How you’ll break it
And you sit there
With a face like
In your head it’s already done
Left unsaid that’s so unlike you
Breath of fresh air my souls revival
In the scary hours, in the dead of night
By then i’ll take whatever love’s been left aside
Oh little bit of frolic, just a martyr left to play
Oh isn’t it ironic, what we never got to say
I been holding onto hope, but slowly counting down the days
And the string that I been swinging on
Is thinner than a blade
I came home for the sunset, you sunrise
Crippled my precision, got a motherfucker tongue tied
Bottle of tequila, knotted feelings we should untie
Maybe wе could figure out exactly when thе love died
Maybe I’m paranoid, got a fever, nothing sweet as being sick of it all
Maybe you’ve been all along, not a drug, you’re just a puzzle to solve
[Chorus: Bensbeendead.]
Oh you’re holding my
Fragile ego
And I think you know
How you’ll break it
And you sit there
With a face like
In your head it’s already done
[Verse 2: Brendan Bennett]
Lost it all a million times, I write it with the same stroke
Whiskey or tequila, it depend on how the day go
Called you up a million times, just to hear the ring go-
(I’m sorry-)
As if you’d even ever say so
Hide your love, it fade too fast
I trusted you with all I had
And in return, all I asked
Is when I call, you call me back, but...
You hate me now? Well, be specific
I got too many reasons everybody wan be a critic
You hit me on the phone saying how I be ego tripping
Like I ain’t got a lil bro expecting me be prolific
Or heed the vision
And maybe I’m paranoid, vision twisted, sick of living, if this living at all
And maybe you’re paranormal, haunted images that trick me into missing it all
[Chorus: Bensbeendead.]
Oh you’re holding my
Fragile ego
And I think you know
How you’ll break it
And you sit there
With a face like
In your head it’s already done
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