Vārdi: Blue October. Foiled. Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek.

I try to stay on top of you
to hold your body down
your shaking seems to hinder
every grasp that i had found
moving every inch around you
to defuse your private bomb
i stretch myself surrounding
and protecting you from harm
i use a wallet for your mouth
so when you bite you will not bleed
i drilled a wire through my cheek
and led it down and out my sleeve
now you're pulling out the best of me
which never ever comes
this wire's all that?s left of me
and it's hooked within my gums
within my gums

so drill it
so drill it
so hard i feel it

it's proof to show i?d bleed for this
i?d cut myself to shame
to get to know this masochist
who's stolen my first name
pretending he's a teacher
holding all of my weight at ease
yet the teacher seems to split in two
destroying both his knees

and now crawling i position myself
below your broken wing
i lift your feathered left arm
where you hide your heart from me
i never noticed it was swollen
with a touch of brutal pain
i never knew a heart could live inside
the rust from all your rain
all your rain

so drill it
so drill it
so hard i feel it

i didn?t think to bring a wash cloth
or to rub away the dirt
myself and i we share
this barely beating heart of hurt
and when the hurt comes
there's an argument
a fight to save a smile
a small attack on human tears
to dry them for a while

a dream we all should count on
a vision i believe
where confidence is found
attached to wires on our sleeves
and where loneliness is history
told to pack it's shit and leave
where guidance is a fortune
told to help in time of need
and where crying isn?t secret
it's the art of how we grieve
and lessons are the key
to every goal i will achieve
i will achieve

so drill it
so drill it
so hard i feel it
(i?ll carry on)
so drill it
so drill it
so hard i feel it
(i?ll always carry on)