Vārdi:
American Steel Jagged Thoughts

Ill be sure to roll off your back so that i'm not on your mind i stick my hands in my back pockets and stare back what you dont feel you dont feel alive

The say these colors don't run But they bleed in your face like a bully spitting up a bad taste after being knocked down a few pegs you sigh as hard

heard spitting shards of vitriol jagged thoughts they're all that i've got shredding my soul jagged words are all i've heard spitting shards of vitriol jagged thoughts

So alone the ghosts of ex-lovers haunt me like they haunt this town broken life broken dreams and a fucked up heart i've got a bottle of bargain scotch

you fell in love with a brash young thing an unpredictable man lately i've been working every night so i guess you say i've stayed my hand people in

i've found a new religion every morn a new mantra it's not that now i don't believe everything i'm told or read overheard and over said i'm just not