Beware - Lucky Boys Confusion

Cut the engine when I’m all revved up, pull the rug beneath my feet Pull the

trigger when I’m

wound up, then you turn your back on me then you say that I’m talking too much,

but I’m just

talking to myself And whether you like it or not you’ll never ask for help

Breathing for you

Can’t be all in my head Changing scares you This is all in your head Beware I swear I will be waiting there Draw the battlelines and back me down to the corner with such

ease Turn the

knife til I’m so worked up all I do is aim to please The power balance is now

upside down with

a sudden change of gears Every single word is now washed up by your crocodile

tears The

setting sun crumbles in the distance Feeble words meeting new resistance Tired

games to they

make a difference Tired games, tired games