One, two, three, four. . One, two, three, four. . One, two, three, four. . Have I done my best here, or. Will I be here next year, or. Are these my best years yet?.
Never spoken with my mouth full. Yeah that's a mouthful and I'm doubtful. That I could get these lyrics out, oh. Cause I think fast but I sing slow. If I ever started rapping.
The world is a marble heart. too fragile, too broken. left without nothing but our backs to hold on to. you're out in the daylight. and out of the jungle.