I'm sorry that it took so long to write this song but I gave up You see one million words can't describe how it feels to know your love Where did I
Here is another drink to cover every word you say Find excuses, it wasn't you there, sorry my mistake So here comes the part where the stunt double
I'll see you on the outside and we'll never be the same after all that's happened what is it that we've gained? well I've made mistakes before and never
Unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future Glamour obsessed, shown how to dress, and told how to think And I don't have a job, but I can
I hope you didn't mind when I saw you Turn into nothing less than nothing new Before you wait to sleep it off How little is enough? What can you do?
I am just another fool, and I have to keep telling myself that I am just a hypocrite, and I have to keep calling you one And I forgot to bite my tongue
Tonight the drunks are infected We're on our way As if they drop by to see me uninvited And I am a wallflower Maybe a better father This is a job
It's negative I wish you the worst dear, to feel the greatest pain a positive you say it's all in vain I know I felt, and I won't feel again I know you
Maybe we'll move to new york city and then we'll celebrate "good bye" we?ll find a place that we can start a fight and feel good to be alive and so
At three in the morning we are in mourning Hallucinations end in collision Drug induced visions end in collision Casualties again Yeah we're faux pacifist
I can listen to the records from my younger years Pacify my bitter ears And revive the dead dinosaurs Me and Jamo rode two buses bound for Rockpile Sure
Can anybody hear me? Can any loser feel this way? Have you already won? Recognize your reckoning, Contemplate your grave mistakes, Have we already won
All that I know, things are going slow And we cannot forgo life on death row And I'll miss you Hail to the chief, abusing his control He could never
The story it grows older, the story is no story here I never knew what it is, and there's no sign of it ending As I am it and ought to be, they're telling
I thought the west was won but Seems I had just begun to Lose all ideals I once knew Mountains and transmutation Anxious anticipation These sodden skies
If you could feel your legs falling out Then you might find the strength to stand your ground Then you'd be close to them Then you'd be be close to God
Most the time it's the rat race On the road to find my face I will always lose the mask Tell the band to cart it back Coming up from landscape lows Coming
I don't like watching train wrecks, entranced by falling stars They are only needed when they fall apart Our life without scandal, nearly all routine
