Fine Dining


Verse:
I'm sick of holding my own hand lately, I've been growing bored of my plan
A yes, no, not a maybe is all that I ask
Why do those little things never go my way
Its all those little things that stay the same
Its not hard to believe in the same thing but its hard to pretend
Whatever I say don't take into any offense
Not that big a deal but I want you to know
Don't wanna have go through all of this alone

Chorus:
So how do I figure this out
No doubt I'll be your only thrill
Scream shout get it all out
For now try to keep your legs still

Verse II:
So do you want it to end like this?
Everybody is feeling like they don't exist
Your minds flooded with thoughts and your hearts on fire
Just go with what's wrong go with all you desire