beady eye – the morning son 0

I don't like you anymore.
You've fallen for the faux again
Enticed me for a second time today
Only for me to realise the same

I don't like you anymore
You're cracked and your face changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let you repeat repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As it seeps on through the midnight corridors

Kindly keeping in your resent
Retire to the setting hate
Drying in all familiar cast
Twitching as I fear it's far too late

Cause I don't like you anymore
I don't like you anymore

I don't like you anymore
You're cracked and your face changing
You're going down the old route
But I can't let you repeat repeat it again
The sound of your voice
Is piercing my patience
As it seeps on through the midnight corridors

And there's nothing but corners
There is no escape from these
Walked into your trap and breathed your disease
We're nauseous as if in the seas
And you smirk as you think that you tease
But your pout puts us about
And your final line can't be described as fine
Will never be described as fine.