Noises

T.C. Folkpunk

Leave Me Out

03:07
(T. Cameron)

Story

From the album "Lamest Fast Words". Buy it HERE!

Lyrics

You are tying me to the lifestyle where,

All the freedom's chained, measured cut and planed,

But what you specify is never dealt in pairs,

All attention paid to what all you say, not do.

 

Pumping irony is your tour de force,

Heavy handed air, you blow without care,

Though hugging, kissing, owning blend in well of course,

There's something in that mix, you don't care to fix at all.

 

  So leave me out of your domestics,

  You never took part in my best kicks,

  Just leave me out of all your plans,

  Unplug the future, fold your hand

  You'll never bluff me up the aisle.

 

Pout then if you must, I still don't feel the guilt,

You try to induce, come on quit it, it's no use,

The verbal daggers you would drive in to the hilt,

Never make their mark, you're still in the dark after all.

 

  So leave me out of your domestics,

  You never took part in my best kicks,

  Just leave me out of all your plans,

  Unplug the future, fold your hand

  You'll never bluff me up the aisle.

 

Walking out the door's become a habit now,

I'd be nuts to break, there's nothing left at stake,

So lock it up behind me I'm not coming back,

Slipped out of the noose, glad I'm on the loose once more.