This was never the way I planned Not my intention I got so brave, drink in hand Lost my discretion It's not what I'm used to Just wanna try you on I'
I change shapes just to hide in this place but i'm still, i'm still an animal. There was a time when my world was filled with darkness, darkness darkness
Misery is all we know lately Saturday's are all the same Sympathy is overrated Like a snapshot when you've lost the game Now its the funeral I become
With a hole in the heart I was forced to ride in morning traffic. With a golden hand by your fortress side but without magic. Somebody tell me it won
Morning bled at the water's edge The city was bringing me down And my mind was on a ledge Saying who's gonna help you now? Without sun we pull what
I was born into money, And sold down the river. I was choked by the jailor And fucked the gorilla. I ran through the country ahead of my time. I escaped
Last call for everything. A pool of emmalines delirious She lingers like a chain It's more than grave but not to serious. Send your reverie to me Faker
Here's to living long enough to be forgiven for the bones I broke... I had to make a living! But we won't back down from anything in search of a remedy
All my life I've been the slave of consequence wondering how this life could be so intricate. I wanna rewrite my heart and let the future in I wanna
How long has it been, shall we get into it again? Excuse, our disgrace we've had no time to paint the place The dog is always barking at the mailman
Reach the city steps tonight Following the power lines Met a man barside With eclipses for eyes And you tell yourself you wont let them touch Did I
I met you on the palisades The sun was spilling kerosene And I was feeling wide awake Girl, you can be so obscene And when you sang a lullaby A missionary
There was a time when my world Was filled with darkness Then I stopped dreaming now I'm supposed to fill it up with something In your eyes I see the
How long has it been, shall we get into it again? Excuse our disgrace, we've had no time to paint the place The dog is always barking at the mailman
Oh God, I think I'm dying And our drinks were just poured Look outside, someone's waiting With a yellow horse With a hole in the heart I was forced To
Last call for everything A pool of Emmalines delirious She lingers like a chain It's more than grave but not too serious Send in your reverie to me faker
Here's to living long enough to be forgiven for the bones I broke I had to make a living But we won't back down from anything in search of a remedy Father
