Potions - Late Night Alumni

I said I hope like a prayer

And sent out my tears in a bottle of notes

Find and drink up; it's uncommon and sweet

Are you surprised Is it making you mine

You morph into the last living thing alive

I've no periphery you're all that's in front of me

Are you the rock paper scissors

Casting those faded paper figures on the wall

As providence seems to annihilate

Common sense this is my down-to-earth defense

Brush it off again as trickery slight of hand

If you must but for all purposes and intents

Either I am right or I am wrong

If it's in neither the words nor the song

It's in this soundless audible common sense

Be that as it may this is my down-to-earth defense

You morph into the last living thing alive

I've no periphery you're all that's in front of me

Brush it off again as trickery slight of hand

If you must but for all purposes and intents

You morph into the last living thing alive

I've no periphery You're all that's in front of me