Spin The Disk

keeping enemies close is a good way to end up dead

and I end up wishing my heart didn't rule my head
I wish my instincts weren't so easy to ignore
cross my heart, I hope to live, it's bleeding on the floor

nothing short of a miracle or we'll end up lost at sea

I'm doing time like a criminal, you know you can't count on me

when the memories come, they seize me like a heart attack

I know I'll turn to stone, but I can't help looking back

if everything's not lost, then when will I win?

now it's scarring over what will never beat again

nothing short of a miracle or we'll end up lost at sea

I'm doing time like a criminal, you know you can't count on me