I better rest my eyes 'cause I am growing weary of This point you've been trying to make So rather than imply, why don't you just verbalize All the things
Fear can drive stick and it's taking me down this road A road down which I swore I'd never go And here I sit, thinking of God knows what Afraid to admit
I was going to spell it out in full detail but I dropped the call before I spilled my guts But your floor stayed clean like my conscience will be 'Cause
is the end But this is my deathbed I lie here alone If I close my eyes tonight I know I'll be home The year was nineteen forty one I was eight years
Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of We're in the palm of a hand, making a fist It'd be best for one of us to speak up But we prefer to pretend
I've dug up miles and miles of sand Searching for something I can't see I've just got bruised and battered hands And a brand new void inside of me Complete
I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause
No one told me the right way The right way to go about this So I'll figure it out for myself 'Cause how much is too much to give you? Well, I may never
We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team But yours would look better than mine 'cause you're out of my league And I know that it's so cliched
I just wasted ten seconds of your life
That night at the theater, an impersonator died And Mr. Booth was tried, I just kept the truth inside And in the courtroom, the judge will not catch wind
It?s been a year Filled with problems But now you're here Almost as if to solve them And I can't live In a world without you now All my life I've been
Yesterday was not quite what it could've been As were most of all the days before But I swear today, with every breath I'm breathing in I'll be trying
So I've made up my mind I will pretend to leave this world behind And in the end, you'll know I've lied To get your attention, I'm faking my own suicide
: That night at the theater An impersonator died Mr. both was tried i just kept the truth inside and in the court room the judge will not catch wind
: I've dug up miles and miles of sand Searching for something I can't see And I've just got bruised and battered hands And a brand new void inside of
: Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of We're in the palm of a hand making a fist It'd be best for one of us to speak up But we prefer to pretend
: I better rest my eyes because i am growing weary of this point you've been trying to make so rather than imply why don't you just verbalize all the