Lyrics Finish Ticket – Miss Woe, I’m Glad

I walk these streets, and my soul drags behind me as I go
And you search his eyes, for that life you’ll never find, the one we shared
And he takes your hand, in a way that you just don’t quite understand
In a way that you just don’t quite understand

Miss Woe, your thoughts are gray
Because now you see this mess you’ve made of your liberty
And now, yeah everything
You’ve ever known, it crashes down before your feet
You know I’m glad

This loneliness is all I really know of you still
And that emptiness, it cuts right through you,
deep into your bones
So when you press your lips, against his cheek it’s just not quite what you prepared
against his cheek it’s just not quite what you prepared

Miss Woe, your thoughts are gray
Because now you see this mess you’ve made of your liberty
And now, yeah everything
You’ve ever known, it crashes down before your feet
You know I’m glad

Now, your wrists like rivers,
every drop of blood spilled for your mistake
And as you weep in silence,
my heart it screams with pleasure, I become alive
But in that moment, I begin to realize
And now I see what I’ve done
And I’m too late.
Yeah you’re watching, watching him and it’s me, it’s me you see
And he’s touching you, and it’s me you feel
You’re suffering

Miss Woe, my thoughts are gray