bike rock revolution and pot smoke conclusions at 2 am and we're eating again at the same place we ate last night and i say we should have shared the
when was the last time that you cried? and everything inside wasn't locked up so tight you're so unorganized and scared but so am i but tonight, as bullets
once again our songs will fall on deaf ears and if slamming makes you happy then crack my head open age four so young and yet he screams in pain motivations
are you all about this? i didn't think you would and now it'ts all understood i'm all bones tonight can't feel the sighs breath out my neck cold from
kick out the knees that hold me up poke my head around the corner and pull back chipping away at my resolve keeps me grounded where i stand the future
it's times like these when just simply breathing takes everything i am the time for action's arrived and the answers are multiple choice a-scream b-sleep
welcome back to town they said to me and it's not too great to be back or good to be gone neither's forever can i make either better for me? either or
a household breakdown iced tears for two enough to make your blood my fuel you run on empty a few ricoculous claims wait that's yours we bleed the same
so i've been up this holiday week and the late nights are finally catching up with me so catch some sleep or just pretend that the last 2 years have
it's over now so shut your mouth or let the blood keep coming and keep fighting me and her and he ... i'll ... try to explain ... yeah ... but what's
