| i’ve been in a room with my regrets
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| strangled cold and queasy now
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| you and all your friends have got your heads screwed on right
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| it brings me down
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| i heard your voice and started to sweate
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| you saw my eyes dart to the corner of the restaurant
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| where we’d make excuses and horrible mistakes
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| we’re killing time and saving face
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| everything could work out just fine
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| i might as well be a blind man
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| 'cause i’m sick and tired of feeling around all my life
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| i could stare a whole year away
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| just to hear that there is some good news
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| my heart is open, bleeding
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| i’m suffering from the medicine bottle blues
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| i’m biting the head off small-town loyalty
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| cause i can’t take it don’t hate yourself for your blackened veins
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| i’m the one that cause the hemorrhage
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| have you heard that love is dead?
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| now remember i’m the one who faded
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| and couldn’t handle simple conversation
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| and ended up just singing about it and we don’t have to laugh about it or ever tip our fucking hate about it asleep, you’re falling asleep
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| my thoughts weight heavy on the coldest shoulder
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| is everyone alive and doing well?
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| i can’t wait till i’m older so you won’t recognize
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| me running like hell
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| everything could work out just fine
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| i might as well be a blind man
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| 'cause i’m sick and tired of feeling around all my life
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| sleep it all away and dream of something so incomplete
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| i’m drowning in disaster
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| next time i’ll live life faster
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| sleep your life away with me |