Yeah you say it's a waste. Oh not to learn from mistakes. Yeah it's really a shame. . Oh and the scars that you show. Yeah might as well be for show. Oh it means nothing to me.
I've gathered myself. From bits and remains. And the pieces I've pulled. From all of my days. . And I'm handing them off. Not to me or to you. But the world that we're making.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4. . Charmed, I'm sure it's a strange allure. Our intentions aren't exactly pure. I'm the bait, you're the lure. Let me cast my line. .
Peel away the morning sky. Place it in a jar. I'll collect it when I die. Sliding from a star. And down though the clouds. . Strip away the mystery. Lash out at the night.
They say that LA will drop into the sea. Tumbling down where the coastline does curve. The east coast, they look down upon the west. Say the bastards will get what they surely deserve.
God doesn't like it when you hold out on me. God doesn't like it when you can't be free. God doesn't like it when you keep control. God doesn't like it.
History's been decided by the bullies and the freaks. Who tried to move the mountains and drain all the creeks. Wiping out the things that just didn't fit.
Annie and me, as far as we can see. We're not taking any bets, just playing the house. Slashing the tires on the restrictive ride. That keeps us in the lane between the lanes.