my friend Just stop, just stop, just stop, I think I got it Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between Sorry everybody he will never be somebody clean There's
familiar places Tonight seemed all wrong but Acadia is gone, Acadia is gone In the house I grew up in, remember the faces When Andrew and I wrecked each other's
the only one I just can't decide what I'm running from This isn't what I wanted but I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut It's not enough, it's
So here's another day I'll spend away from you Another night, I'm on another broken avenue My bag is ripped and worn but then again now so am I Take what
Everyone's around, no words are coming out And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound? And I know this isn't enough, I still don
or I could slip into you It's so easy to come back into you I stand for awhile and waited for words Seemed to not hurt and struggled to try My tongue's
When your tears are spent on your last pretense And your tired eyes refuse to close and sleep in your defense When it's in your spine like you've walked
calculating Every question all debated All these practice poses I could wreck it if I had to But I'm the wreck so what would that do? My masterpiece
So here's another day I'll spend away from you Another night I'm on another broken avenue My bag is ripped and worn Then again now so am I Take what
a new disease in me I got a friend that's losing sleep I take it hard, it's hard to take I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake One more confession, discretion's
, I'll do more for less And I will change everything till it's perfect again I think it's better this way This is good in a better way It's better this
I will softly pull away In this broken beautiful mess I've made And in the dead and quiet I will slowly fade In this masterpiece I made I'll burn out
need me to be stable but I won't be able To keep it together again Now don't pretty please me Do not make it that easy to slow me down It's no wonder
I will softly pull away In this broken beautiful mess I've made And in the dead of quiet I will slowly fade In this masterpiece I made I'll burn out
calculated Never questioned or debated All these practiced poses I could wreck it if I had to But I'm the wreck so what would that do? My masterpiece
a new disease in me I've got a friend that's losing sleep I take it hard, it's hard to take I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake One more confession, discretion's
