Текст песни Promises From Centerfield #11 (bricker remix) - The Blunt Force Trauma

I don't know who they want me to be
I lost track of time who the hell is me
The moon falls down and somehow that's my fault
But I thought I safe on my bubblegum asphalt

Out of tune out of mind out fishing again
Someday I plan to come around plan on seeing you then
Don't know where that I learned you can't stop before you begin
Who said it meant a god damn thing when angels hush about sinners

I don't know who they want me to be
I lost track of time who the hell is me
The moon falls down and somehow that's my fault
But I thought I safe on my bubblegum asphalt

Too tall too short too slow too fast now too late
Thought I would come to you with promise
Of a clean slate
Tripping coming round the bases still gonna hit home plate
And I hope that you're just thinking 'cause you're worth all this wait

I don't know who you want me to be
I lost track of time what the hells wrong with me
If the moon I'd put it back up for you
Just to see your smile and to see the night through