| | I'm Actual Lyrics Artist(Band):The Format
Talk about me, oh 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 window sill Cut notches up and down the door My surprise I woke up one morning In bed in your place lay a note It read, "Baby, Your love, it just ain't good enough. I found sunlight 6 hours away. You watered me down 'til I drifted abound Somewhere far from your shade." Now I shadow my former self Once whole and now only a chest full of holes red wax, it paints me unclear When the big hand strikes 12, I disappear And the angels are fake and they'll lie to your face Anything to keep you away You watered me down 'til I drifted abound It's time I accept the fact that you on your back It has buried the past Can we please take this hour and talk about me? Talk about me, oh 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 If you find some error in I'm Actual Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Schwartz for submitting the lyrics. Review the song I'm Actual The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Format" Music | |
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