Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I'm ready rearing to go Just a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alright Crash land
You try to make this last But your candles burn too fast Divided before you were born Were you divided from your former you You'll never make it far Well
left is all we lay next to White boys, start your own KKK You look like you're good for nothing anyway Just like your parents before you And just like
I'm caught up in the jaws of life What can heal can also tear you up inside Writing down your own anthem You don't like the older one I would stand at
do I feel there's nothing inside This crutch will relieve us How can I fix this if I haven't tried I want to send you roses before your death is staged
So you see yourself holding the knife though it seems you're more terrified than the faces you practice at night, so you can watch your tongue sympathize
no one's ever really sober- go spit it out. cast a spell by what you conjure- arouse the crowd. every second second guessing- decades of doubt. doesn'
the plug from the machine You'd rather it be fatal than deformed Out of luck with surplus, they'll take the farm You'd rather eat your tongue before
the boulevard My thoughts need cages until the morning When night it rises like the tide I feel I'm underneath I'm drowning in nothing at all Make amends before
I'm ready to blow It's not my fault Don't waste a four-leaf clover Good happens to the owner Just wait, when the leaves fall They go below your faults
ve never been sorry for a thing you've said Have I told you that there's nothing I can't take from you It's just decent to wait a while before you go
We feel just like Two criminals With unknown crimes It's not your fault It's always mine
Waiting' stalemate Collect all your things for what they're worth (You've got me leaving messages all night) Wedding presents postmarked eternity Will
I'm just a token of your flirtation Nothing more than a description You're just a guy, just a kid from a place where your philosophy is a catastrophe
THE CASE IS OUT I know what happens when you're out late Take softer steps A smirk is worse than why it's made So just confess Believe it till it can
PROVENTIL why can't i get a rhythm? am i working hard enough? bound by the laws i'm given. better keep moving or i'll never catch up! how will i find
I feel there's nothing inside This crutch will relieve us How can I fix this if I haven't tried I want to send you roses before your death is staged
Well stop cashing me in for a thin line You're right on track to know what it feels like to lose more than you've ever gained Charges pending further
