Franco
Off of Center
Seems like we barely made it out
We yell, you scream, I shout
Feels like the walls are closing in, where will we begin

To talk things out, I don’t know
Will we stay on track, I don’t know
Will we be alright, I don’t know
I don’t know

And I feel lost
And I feel lost

Seems like we almost made it
The lies are all so jaded
I’m leaving when the night is through

Well it’s all been lies, all these things you said
All been lies, all those words you’ve fed
All been lies, all those things they’ve
All been lies

And I feel lost, and I feel lost
And I feel lost, and I feel lost

Pull yourself and come back to me (I’m ready, I’m ready)
Pull yourself and come back to me (I’m ready, I’m ready)
Pull yourself and come back to me
Pull yourself and come back to me