Quitting from PQRST by Edward Hartline

white light
on the edge of your seat
thread your poison fingers
right through me

white light
from the ceiling on the floor
wash your war paint off
outside the door

white light
why are you so cold all the time
you're not getting any sleep
interrupting mine

what we had was electric
but lightning don't strike twice
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting

and what i love about you best
was how you hushed the worst in me
i got to make believe that i
was good for something
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting

white light
there's nothing left to say
your poison spreads a little
everyday

white light
making shadows out of me
cast a glare on every part
you hate to see

white light
can't make out what you really are
but if i try to look away i know
ill have to finally face the dark

what we had was electric
but lightning don't strike twice
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting

and what i love about you best
was how you hushed the worst in me
i got to make believe that i
was good for something
i'm not going out with a bang
i'm quitting
im not getting out of this bed
im quitting
im not losing anymore
im quitting

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