I?m coming to terms that I?m not concerned With planting my feet but looking onward I?m growing older but I cant get over The need of colder skin when
Scene is to be seen So save your parents money because the parking lot is free You never belonged here If you can hear us outside (we hope you fucking
you won?t find me buried in a notebook I?ll be the one that?s self crucified because I did this to myself I hammered my own nails while I exclaim I?m
It's the most important game of chance Judging judgements with a glance But a spade's a spade, so they're all the same A different shade with a different
This was never your decision to make I still have love, but it's in a different place You may consider this my fall from grace But had nothing to do with
What have I seen other than what the bottom looks like? Stuck somewhere between the gloom and the light When you?re working towards building back those
retracing my steps in hopes to find some part of me that may be somewhere left behind there?s a fear, there?s a point, there is a problem what if what
I've got a decent proposition to all the "artists" of Silverlake The deal is all stop singing when you stop making the music you make We're part of a
If you fantasize about your funeral, I understand I've been there before If what's more important, is the music played Than who'd attend We Are The
there is weight in the words we?ve said too heavy to carry in our heads there?s a chance that I thought had gone but here we are, playing along I admit
Sun down Sun up I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate I lie in rhythm to open doors I follow suit and just want more My reputation
I've gotten good at hiding When I feel like hiding My mouth is great at running When I feel like (running) Now I'm biting the hairs on my arm like I
you can?t subscribe And I?m scared to talk to anyone for what they might prescribe These days I just try to keep to myself well aware I?ve lost touch
Take this time to remember what we've done and what we've accomplished I dont want to be known regrettably I'd prefer a coffin to a shoe box and the
This city is trash, and it's always moving This city is shit, I wanna see it in ruins It's clientele represents hell Buy your way in, sell yourself short