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Will I make a sound again?
You shot out my eyes
With guns strapped in
If I could escape I would you see
But the walls are too high and I’m too deep
Here on the ground
It’s soft and warm
I mull over things I won’t forget
Like how you turned myself to bits
I'm going home (x5)
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I smiled before I died in the street
Stuck underneath his truck for a couple of weeks
Staining the ground with the drip from my mouth
It pools and dries before I ask you about this lack of sleep I get most nights
Stuck here like my friend in that van
Just tear off my limbs
I think you know where I am
You say you know where I am
Will you pull me up?
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You remind me of marker smell
my heart aint got no home
how can you pour it inside of me?
It's just something that I know
Will probably take a couple weeks
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When I believe that I’m not someone else
Maybe then I can I feel like everybody else
When I believe that I’m not someone else
I only wish that I were someone else
My god isn’t safe in your place anymore
I stopped when you stopped looking out through my door
Making faces that display I’m okay
I’m all on the ceiling
Will you crawl out of my way
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released January 11, 2011