I'm happy to report my long standing last resort, ended by just stopping short of mr burning like a torch, stepoff, stand back cause it's a fact I've
Give me some religion Pass the wine cause this time I can?t hold it in like I always did Give me some more T.V. Make it loud make believe I?m in desperate
He says Florida is slowly sinking, sinking into the ocean He says the housing tracts are built on half facts and the rest half fiction And I can't argue
We have our master plan bottled and canned living in the 352 Steps 1 and 2 walk home drunk wake up confused with a stranger next to you The copied costumes
When is common sense too much to ask? And then when did consequences get left in the past Is it just bad habits or a typical script Is it all big plans
I?ll keep my faith alive Cause this is paradise or parricide I can?t believe this sight Streets full of blank faces and junky eyes The streets won?t sleep
Get yourself ready, Hold your hand steady Cause it's shaking from all this waiting. Fingers bent your fist starts to clench, As the pen signs the check
The cycle circles, stalls then spins Describes the current state I'm in It's like I nose dived in a crash With all my blackouts and scraped hands It'
For over half her life she's worked from five to five, crossing T's dotting I's, the neon lights can't hide that she's lost her shine. She said the mornings
This blood that's in our veins it carries all of those mistakes that we've ever made when we're not thinking straight, I don't remember every name but
Sit back and watch the train wreck, watch me jump off the deep end I won't lie, my mistakes take up every minute of my lire It's been the down fall of
Son, take it from me it's in the little victory's that keep you shaking hands with defeat, Son I tell you reality isn't all its cracked up to be but
So you're feeling like you're just a waste of space now and you keep feeling like you're always out of place, Don't you think it's strange you always
Calling all mothers and fathers Come get your sons and daughters Right now they're on corners Finding ways to cure their boredom
Stop the car and let me out I've got a bad case, I can't stay here right now Condition; my small town, Prognosis; let's get out What's left except interstates
Give me some religion, pass the wine Because this time I can't hold it in Like I always did Give me some more TV, make it loud Make believe, I'm in desperate
