He likes to act like he's all grown up He wanted to grow up to be an actor But he never told anybody He likes to spill all of his guts On the top of
should be one to talk There's nights that I can't even walk There's days I couldn't give a fuck And in between is where I'm stuck From blocks away I
I dragged this lake looking for corpses Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards Pieces of planes and black box recorders Don't lie (Don't lie) And
There are things that used to make me smile One of them was you for just a little while You left me for dead so far away I replaced you with fear and
Hello what the hell am I doin' here? That's a really nice suit, this is a really comfortable chair See I don't know if you can help me or not 'Cause I
Someone, somewhere dropped me on my cranium I'm sorry could you repeat what you just said My short term memory is gone But my long term's far from dead
What the hell is your name And can you explain this mess? It seems you're playing a game Where you only know how to take out the best 'Cause if assholes
your back it goes A little something like this is way to big to miss I got a letter in the mail The sender failed to let me know where it came from Opened
You don't say much of anything When questioned of your whereabouts And I just can't see through the evidence It's evident It's right in front of me in
s my cure on ice I can walk but I will crawl there I will crawl there Sitting straight, feeling faint An exhausted smile screens my words But I will hear them Here
you make me smile You've been on my shoulder all the while Whispering sweet nothings Whispering sweet nothings Whispering sweet nothings You've been whispering sweet nothings (Thanks to Alkaline Trio
I'm dying tomorrow This house, this street, Chicago I'm dying tomorrow Did I do it right Did I remember to sleep in Take lots of pills Commit irreversible
I should be one to talk There's nights that I can't even walk There's days I couldn't give a fuck And in between is where I'm stuck From blocks away
I drained this lake looking for corpses Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards Pieces of planes and black box recorders Don't lie And I've been
liquor store There's something green that's leaving town Always thought it was blue Always knew I was wrong Where it goes hell knows maybe somewhere better than here
m fixable A classic case, lack of will I say I don't wanna try I'd rather stay here all night I've got a motivation problem So my standard break from
What the hell is your name And can you explain this mess It seems your playing a game Where you only know how to take out the best Cause if assholes