Synth Driver

As the morning comes and I reach for the light

Dancing back and forth from the

Window through, to the back of your eyes

(This is the room (?)

This is the bed

This is grieving (?)

This is the pain(?) (bed?)

Also

This is the truth

This is the pain

This is reveal (?)

This is the pain (?)

As the morning comes and I reach for your hand

Cold sweat it forms, like — —

And cigarette stains (?)

This is the truth

This is the pain

This is (me?) leaving (?? healing?)

This is revenge

Don't walk on by

Just an ordinary conversation

You pack your bags and lift your arms of a victim(?)

And I couldn't wait for you. No, I couldn't wait for you.

To come on and pray for me

And I couldn't wait to leave it all behind

To leave the hope (this the room)

To leave the the pain (this is the bed)

To leave the —- (room?) (this is reveal)

To leave the —— (the bed?) (this is revenge)

This is the truth

This is the pain

This is healing (?)

This is revenge