up in flames Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple. No batteries no jumper cables Catapult Jump
ser tu padre puedo ser tu padre? La vida es dulce drogandome asi respirando tu joven perfume no hay reglas para sentir te ves bien en jumper
(feat. Sebastian Davin of Dropping Daylight) [Originally by Third Eye Blind] I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut ties
my watch With 7 minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar like it's a quater a ride She's scared to jump but terrified
My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with. living like life's going out of style. You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent
him A ski jumper And after the next few weeks He likes the jumper heaps And he wants to be A ski jumper He's standing there tall Wearing his jumper
that jumper Mommy, oh, where?s my jumper And she said ?It?s on the cat? The morning will be a disaster Why isn?t it here The world?s incomplete With no jumper
(Featuring Sebastian Davin Of Dropping Daylight) [Originally by Third Eye Blind] I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut
So you say you?re leavin? Turn your back and walk away now You never did believe in Any of this anyway You wrote a song to fail As you watched us flail
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend, You could cut ties with all the lies, That you've been living in, And if you do not want to see
I wish you would step back From that ledge my friend You could cut ties with all the lies That you've been living in And if you do not want to see
Should I walk these confined lines and give you thanks that I'm alive. I tell myself that I don't need your comfort and please don't tell me that it'
? Just who will be next? How about that one legged bridge jumper who broke his good leg in the plunge. I said, how about that one legged bridge jumper
I spend the afternoon in cars I sit in traffic jams for hours Don't push me I am not OK The sky is blue most every day The lemons grow like tumors they
I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in And if you do not want to see me
I wish I could be silent, I wish I could turn my back on this But you'd be right there waiting, waiting with your knife in hand Ready to cut the life
I spend the afternoon in cars I sit in traffic jams for hours Don't push me, I am not okay The sky is blue 'most every day The lemons grow like tumors
