The Fiction We Live by From Autumn to Ashes
M-4-V-T C and H, might need to provide this number at the gate. Steady pilot because I’m half afraid. I can’t believe you’d ask me that. Of course I don’t believe in fate. Would you be depressed? If I attend that wedding, but only as a guest. Such an unfaithful bride draped in dress, spun with threads of my regret. Sing it loud to drown out the feeling, when you’re feeling much more odd than (even), and half as true as dishonored seamen, we’ll breathe pacific and fight our demons. Would you be depressed? If I attend that wedding, but only as a guest. Such an unfaithful bride draped in dress, spun with threads of my regret. So arch your back and flip your hair, make eye contact so you know I care. You know I care. But only as a guest. Such an unfaithful bride draped in dress. Spun with threads of my regret.