I'm Actual Lyrics - Dog Problems - Format

Can we take the next hour 

and talk about me 

Talk about me, and we'll talk about me 

Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me 

Can we please take this hour 

and talk about me 

and my hatred for corporate magazines 

you know they don't speak to me 

The irony is they won't speak with me 

I placed you on a windowsill 

Cut notches up and down the dorr 

My surprise, I woke up one morn 

In our bed 

In your place 

Lay a note 

It read: 

Baby your love 

it just ain't good enough 

I found sunlight six hours away 

You watered me down 'til I drifted abound 

Somewhere far from your shade 

Now I shadow my former self 

Once holy,now lonely 

A chest full of holes 

Red was, it paints me unclear 

when the big hand strikes twelve 

I disappear 

and the angels are fake 

They'll lie to your face 

Anything to keep you away 

You watered me down 'til 

I drifted abound