Testo Dislocated Seven Mary Three
Thereâs no connection
Thereâs no emotion
Everyone pretends itâs such a beautiful thing
Killed by a memory
Tell me I donât have to be
Another number tacked to a wall cuz
It leaves me dislocated
I fell I fall Iâm falling still
Sleep speaks in little pink pills
One more chance to get it all wrong
Thatâs all that you get from a radio song
Iâve told that story a thousand times
So Iâm stealing yours to be mine
All those sad books and worn out hooks that hang a man up on the world
Killed by a memory
Tell me I wonât ever be
Another picture tacked to a wall just
Iâm just too dislocated
Killed by a memory
Tell me I wonât ever be
Another number scratched on a wall just
Donât leave me dislocated
I read those sad books they inspired everything I thought I should hide
Killed by a memory
Tell me I wonât ever be
Another number scratched on a wall just
Donât leave me dislocated
Killed by a memory
Tell me I could never be
Another dead-end brick in a wall
Just
Donât leave me dislocated
Tell me I donât have to be
Another number
Another dead end brick in a wall cuz
It leaves me dislocated