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We watched the world lose its mind, and never tried to help,
Too concerned with the image of a perfect hell.
When the summer cries, I proceed to write,
Of all the misconceptions that you feel about my life,
And I donât wanna yell, and you donât have to scream, and it just so happens that you dreamt another nasty dream.
Let the words go, and punch the time clock, so we can excavate the demons from your mindsâ thoughts.
All aboard the bus itâs headed to the city lights,
I know weâre in for what the Christians call a shitty night.
But I donât care at all, because youâre by my side, and thatâs the only thing that matters if the story dies.
Wipe the tears away, and let that smile shine, before we leave the store lets grab a drink from aisle nine. Drink the pain away, and breathe the nicotine.
Lets all experiment with ways that we can fix a dream.
Chorus:
Weâre dying for sleep while trying to live,
And all of a sudden weâve showered in sin,
Awkward and scared we stare at the sun,
Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums.
The forecast is fake,
The snow is not real,
The truth that we speak of,
The lies we conceal,
Dangerous and hopeful that God is alive,
Famous for stealing an angelâs disguise.
And whatâs at the bottom of the wine glass?
Just another broken heart,
The liquid helps the time pass,
Weâve been here long enough I think they shouted, âlast callâ.
I know itâs hard to judge each other when we act small,
Cornered by a feeling big enough to make you run,
Sorta discontent and aggravated from your buzz.
But you can be yourself and thankful that you found that,
And all I ask is that you let me sing your soundtrack,
The music speaks in a way that we cannot describe,
And if we die today I know that we have lived our lives,
Donât expect your simple words to be the end of this,
You told me what this life is about,
Iâm glad you mentioned it.
Chorus:
Weâre dying for sleep while trying to live,
And all of a sudden weâve showered in sin,
Awkward and scared we stare at the sun,
Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums.
The mornings are diluted with the headaches,
Coffee-coated arguments rewind and press play.
Itâs not that serious,
Itâs actually a blessing,
To say the things we need to say without a second-guessing.
And I donât ever wanna play the villain,
Iâve done it once before and itâs a process that can kill men
Oversaturated and under criticism,
I told myself that I would never teach this to my children.
Falling back on everything I thought was true,
I only strive to be successful when it comes to you.
Call me old fashioned its all Iâve ever known,
I love it when youâre here,
It makes for a better home.
Chorus:
Weâre dying for sleep while trying to live,
And all of a sudden weâve showered in sin,
Awkward and scared we stare at the sun,
Portraying our nightmares and feelings on drums.
- Album:
- Pictureface
- A Radio With Guts