Testi:
For Lack Of Better Words

And i can't explain what it's like to feel this way afraid everything happens like a story heard a thousand times or a story based on yellow lines and

there comes a certain time when we should contemplate the end of everything familiar as we know it we will not follow the same path tomorrow as yesterday

how can it be that opportunity isn't knocking at my door? when will I find a better source of entertainent than my current unsuccessful, selfish one

Traduzione: Per mancanza di parole migliori. Grazie.

Traduzione: Per mancanza di parole migliori. I miei occhi sono asciutti.

: I'm fine, I'm alright it's just been a long winter mouth is dry I watch the sea you're the way that I see you behind me look behind I squint to see

t down to shoot nobody Why you frontin, I can see your blind man's bluff So why you frontin, baby, I know you better You kick your ruffneck slang, but I know better

My fingers are white like whispers and the lips that consume them are flames for lack of better things to set on fire. My knees are red like rumors

pain that says I lack the common sense and confidence to bring her hands to promises that I'm making time for desperate conversation. Holding my knife could be better