we all know, that the tension, is getting higher well it's getting harder, for us, to get along and the problems we're having with each other are ones
All I got is a Black Cross, And two crabs in my left eye, What you say you want you want, Like a lump in your right thigh. We're going left on right
Spread ourselves thin and wipe away the sweat of working though a thick skin The easiest way to dodge is to ignore Spit back and wait for more Turn
Running in circles is the easiest way to lose track of where you're going or where you've been. We can scream for sin or for days about what we lose and
I've learned these years in pulses and rhythms etched into stone by leaving my heart in too many shells before really setting into my own. Take it away
The silence we've found always prouder than the voice you lost. Clawing through words dropped from lips content with a last breath like a heretic. Finding
I'll gladly force my hands through hearts on nights like this when I've talked my way out of time and spent my life sleeping on idle threats. Catch as
Sifting through 3 years 8 months and a handful of dust like shadows falling through a matrix of "wish I hads" And it's much harder to see how much space
Caught cutting through the running tide. Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time. Eastern standard time
Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart. One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls. It's like you've
It's always hardest to discuss what you should and you're never guiltier than when your intentions are good And we're held together but my arms don't
These are new days with old stories so let's wash the same denial in similar patterns, because the emotions have become mere background noise. Please
You can lead the punks to reason but you can't make them think and lifelong trouble with the burning fists and angry hearts of america's young is a fear
What have you become? Just the prettiest picture of a broken face with a third of the appeal and never worth the chase. No sense in steering now, the
I will say this 9 out of 10 times when you trust yourself the inevitable finds you back in the place you've been begging to avoid And when it all comes
A blessed hand to cover the cursed mouth born of faith when tiptoeing around flights of fancy informs sonic acrobatics. An esoteric words for what never
Dolls and shells, dolls and shells. Three sheets to the wind, and swollowed by fortunes twisted spells. An empty hand for a lifeless eye glimmer lost
i have better memories of you during worse times days you planned with your head in your hands and your feet benath your thighs im sure youd recall that
