2 acessos
Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
And I lug it around everywhere I go
And I look like buster keaton with a stone face
Cause I dont want my package to show
Now a broken promise
Is a powerful thing
It fits in that keyhole
And makes the front door swing
Then it holds you down
To watch what it will bring
Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
And I lug it around everywhere I go
And I almost fool myself with a poker face
Cause I dont want my guilt to show
Even when Im sleeping
Theres a god-awful sound
It sits on my head
With the weight of a crown
I start hearing other voices
One too many choices
Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
And I lug it around everywhere I go
And I look like buster keaton with a stone face