Well oh my God
There’s like a dozen things wrong with this
Feel so lost even though I’m safe at home
I’ve got places to be but nowhere I need to go
It’s safe to say, the road less travelled leads to you

Your existence is a pinprick
On a paper continent
The patron saints all patronize me
Step off the map and float

Oh my God
I’ve got to dull my senses just to be out in public
Put too much faith in all you’ve ever known
It’s safe to say, the road less travelled leads back home

Your existence is a pinprick
On a paper continent
The patron saints all patronize me
Step off the map and float

Send Lyrics to a Friend
Share on Facebook

Stumble It
Add to Del.icio.us

Kundera On The Dance Floor
Drinking Games
The Lonely Projectionist
Things We Stole From Vonnegut's Grave
Hunting Ghosts
Love in the Age of Absurdity