Blueline Medic - Exit Strategy lyrics

rate me

They cross me.

These streaks of agate.

They’re red and warning.

But I’m already out of bed.

They cross me.

These streets, like a death.

Bright and sunny.

This is fast becoming.

Not my design.

This isn’t what I had in mind.

It struck me.

Last night, what you said.

It’s almost funny.

How quickly you forget.

This is fast becoming not my design.

I think it’s up and running from what I had in mind.

This isn’t what I had in mind.