Miss Woe, I'm Glad - Finish Ticket

I walk these streets, and my soul drags behind me as I go

And you search his eyes, for that life you’ll never find, the one we shared

And he takes your hand, in a way that you just don’t quite understand

In a way that you just don’t quite understand

Miss Woe, your thoughts are gray

Because now you see this mess you’ve made of your liberty

And now, yeah everything

You’ve ever known, it crashes down before your feet

You know I’m glad

This loneliness is all I really know of you still

And that emptiness, it cuts right through you

Deep into your bones

So when you press your lips, against his cheek it’s just not quite what you

prepared

Against his cheek it’s just not quite what you prepared

Miss Woe, your thoughts are gray

Because now you see this mess you’ve made of your liberty

And now, yeah everything

You’ve ever known, it crashes down before your feet

You know I’m glad

Now, your wrists like rivers

Every drop of blood spilled for your mistake

And as you weep in silence

My heart it screams with pleasure, I become alive

But in that moment, I begin to realize

And now I see what I’ve done

And I’m too late

Yeah you’re watching, watching him and it’s me, it’s me you see

And he’s touching you, and it’s me you feel

You’re suffering

Miss Woe, my thoughts are gray

Because now I see this mess I made of your liberty

And now, yeah everything

I’ve ever known, it crashes down before my feet

And I was glad

But that went bad