Short Morgan - Ovlov

I fire one off and wait

Alone my mind often races on 'til you say

That you want me to decide my own fate

But if it’s left up to me i don’t see

Why not try to find

A friend to wait along with me to ride?

Cause alone it feels so pointless

Don’t confess

Don’t stress out on me

You talk a lot for free with no shame

And waste it all on me who won’t care

But if this is how you feel then go say

It all to someone real who wants to

Play along with you

While you whine

Alone you’re feeling fine

And your bones, they hold on to the weight

Older fate

I could wait

But you don’t ask