kids are grown the teeth are pulled The receipts counted now theres lines across your face it all meant nothing so pull the door down one last time and wash your
it help me cope with the feeling so desperate Hurry up get in here now, oh no you'll have to wait did you sanitize your hands? oh that's the part I
know what I done is wrong I sealed your fate and told the truth Now the gallows hand for you They'll find me here in a couple of days I wonder what your
my heart will break see i've got my guitar that i can barely play and i betray a piece of your heart each time i go away but redemption comes harder when your
wake me up wake me up pump me full of meds don't let me drink from that cup slide a little pill down my throat i'll try to keep it down or pull my plug
i'll stay home all alone just the same oh god i hate this part where cynical starts to grow right over hope but all these broken hearts began just the same and hearts
someone honest to take the stage? will they want their ten bucks back or leave knowing that this means more than anyone could pay? it's all just as well the ones
i'm supposed to feel this i'll breath in and taste this sweet disaster oh i've been here before all balled up on the floor if i can keep my arms 'round
we had our hearts tricked we had it all worked out we had the bad years planned in advance we had our hearts tricked we'd worked it out but then it
the head is shot the nerves rubbed raw like a tooth sharpening cannibal i'd eat the heart that beats in fear so it could never keep me here i'm working
both the same You're just like me And when your skin finally sheds You'll find your nerves all in shreds The price may be to keep your heart you'll lose your
bargained for I know it stings to always prop up on someone whose own selfish heart seems to be the one that's beating But we would die if we just keep
up all night You've ground your teeth down to the gums Your eyes are bloodshot from staring at the sun You say you're okay, you're keeping the pace
trippin', scripts keep flippin' Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin' Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin' I can't see but I hear them callin',
been really in love But we've been living as friends So you've been a guest in your own home It's time to make your house your own, pick up your phone
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your
