[Verse] April twenty-three World went sideways on me Everything blurry everything spin A bad dream from within [Pre-Chorus] No left arm dead again Folded in on me my friend [Chorus] These words I have left are a replay Gotta play gotta go gotta get away No more words no more getaways Just gonna sit here enjoy the day [Verse 2] I type words with rhyme Singing to pass the time Those last few sentences those last few days Come again in a hundred ways [Bridge] Things I did yesterday faded out Leaving a hole no doubt Don't mourn don't bay I'm not here any other day [Chorus] These words I have left are a replay Gotta play gotta go gotta get away No more words no more
