Glasshouse Tarot

Sparta

I don't snap on like you want me to

because it still hurts my eyes when they turn red

I sit down, rode all the way next to my heart

it beats to the time too close to your truth



chorus:

Yeah the tarot broke, open the glasshouse

and this might just be the saddest day I've ever known



My arms are tied behind disease

I'll probably be gone the next time too

in a corner in a shadow I sit self-obsessesed

too busy, too important to say goodbye



This regret, it kills you'll never forget

take the time this time to say your goodbyes