Where do you go when you listen to nobody else but yourself?. Where do you go?. You're so far from the willing, you're in such a rush not to tell. So where do you go?.
We're staring down constantly. With palms open and resting feet. Glancing up once and a while. To find some sense of reconcile. . Open our eyes to see what's left.
It's gonna get harder from here. We've gotta get smarter to make it out alive. 'Cause you say stop and we say go. . Don't wanna be your tenth caller on the radio.
Split decisions, fighting fixes. I test ride my memory. Tunnel vision, I give in. And put an end to make shifting relief. . This game has got me shaking hands.
I knew it would be so simple. To never count the things you've had. You traded all your memories to. Appreciate it all without your mind just feeling.
The cold night wasn't trouble enough for him. Another swallow never seemed like enough for him. They say the past is the past but it never treated me like this.
I walk, you run, feel so outdone. You always wanted it to be one on one. I cuss, you're free, make me believe. That you've been innocent till proven guilty.
Your initial reply hit me undercover. When I lost my head to it. It was out of its time, it was undiscovered. As I caught my breath again. . You were running out of lies to keep me under.
The turns you had to take still keep you awake. Down come the walls, the walls where you once stood. From constant changes you have made. You'll keep inside 'til you have a say.
You've got to know by now. That stepping in and out will bring you down. Until you make it definite. Until you make it definite. . Six fifteen sacrifice your rest.
Something wrong with me. I'm not getting along with me. My eyes pasted on the ceiling. I can't get my mind to stop working. . I knew all the blackest blues.
Cold afternoon, I sleep in some. Back of the room, avoid the sun. You turned off the light and I lost a lung. You called it a night, you had me won. .
I'd hate to break it to you now. But that reoccurring sound. In your ear makes it perfect. Was it clear, my whole purpose?. . I'm just fine with or without.
I saw just what it does. When it's too hard for you to face it. Still pushing you to make it. It's been no new news to me. . 'Cuz it's all been done before.
Your game, your lovely game. Is like pain and suffering. Your fame, your newly found fame. Is like repeating history. . You now that keeping me around.
You try to move on but still you're perfecting failure. There's always something in your way. . Was it the guilt in you that pushed me to improve?. I know you've always had the choice to hear.
You keep calling it a crash and burn. Just waiting your turn. You might have time to speak. There barely was a lesson learned. 'Cause it will return no favors back to me.