Fickle - Angela Moyra

I’m flagging these pages 'not to be seen', the wind throws 'em back in my face
Cause there's no denial, there’s only a scene where I should’ve been awake
Ask in a week if I’m drowned back into pages I’ve seen before
The ones I should skip and the ones with the space to explore
So handle me carefully
Stay here if you can read
It’s not you it's only me
Covered with a pile distrust
What makes me utterly fickle
Im packing my bags and unpacking the load
Which I should leave here behind
And just for a moment, just for a while I am ready to step out
I blame it all on the stains on these sheets
Hasty and luring distracting my needs
Chapters galore here for me, here for us so to speak
So handle me carefully
Stay here if you can read
It’s not you it's only me
Covered with a pile distrust
What makes me utterly fickle
Oh well, it keeps me in shape you know
Oh well, I guess that I shouldn't throw
All of the chances, all of the pages, all of you out of the window
Handle me carefully
Stay here if you can read
It’s not you it's only me
Covered with a pile distrust
Covered with a pile distrust
Covered with a pile distrust
What makes me utterly fickle