Bruises and scrapes All life's mistakes Are nothing but Bad weather Help you sneak in All of my friends Just so we could leave Together The books I
pull out all the stops we are coming home tonight a pair of old boxing gloves in a new fight where every single scar well it means something to me as
1,2! 1,2,3,4! It's a fact printed stained Burned deep into my brain It keeps turning in my mind Like nuts and bolts so long 2! 1,2,3,4! Hold that
when the summer brings in tide try and find out what this place i kept in mind heard a noise you heard the sound of tugboats singing to wedding gowns
I wanna sleep through the weekend I wanna try I wanna walk on my own floor before I die and now, now the band tunes up and now remember your lines and
I play centerfield for the home team You might not see me from the nosebleeds I'll stand up on top of the dugout And shout out and wave my arms and hold
Tape holds things that cannot stick and keep leftovers in the fridge while lessons learned go down the drain I can't believe in everything all the
The northeast well it's all i really know with dust and bricks and some cars in the snow it's like new york in the late summer time can breathe again
let's cut down the day in this green rusty van like a red cadillac top down, shoulders tan I bought my first watch but it feels all wrong let's wait out
You're bringing the bar up lifes not plastic forks and paper cups almost certainly can make a heavy weight we'll set all things straight hands and red
Ceilings falling down Broken bricks and salty air Sleeping on the ground grass is much greener from down here Ceilings falling down I hold my hands up
1,2,3,4! 1,2,3,4! Drop what you're doing and worry about what you're doing while stressing out about what you've done Embarassment it reads your
They say time can tell But can time say Falling out from under me And hours turn into weeks Like concrete streets Falling out from under me Falling out
please direct my call like string and cans through halls I made some out of led and I tried them out from bed couldn't make it through the wall turn
And I swear in a while I will get this down. I tend to believe my eyes before this sound. Pitch fork, switch blade, salt water and this hose. I tend
show me the sidestreets in your life train yards like boneyards sharpened knives sidewalks are unassuming fields concrete and cracks won't cut you deals
These these cracks tell time and story lines burdens post red explore and all my fancy books are just for looks it drives slow like this train train
I hear that shoe strings tend to break But they tie together great I feel I know I know where you're coming from Notebooks filled with lines And a clock