We've spent some time apart across state lines As we both tried to find ourselves But you found something else
The tip of the cigarette that you grip so tight The regret, and your fucked up state of mind You smothered the fire that burns inside Lost all the fight I once saw in your eyes
Seven years and you're still wasting light You cave to the urge that drains your life I'm starting to see you just can't cope (just can't cope) While I hear "Son, pick up the pen and say what's on your mind Let the ink fill up the page till you've covered every line" You've always filled me with such hope
(Hope)
Grit my teeth, puncture my lungs Until these words run off my tongue (run off my tongue) And I'm never happy till I'm done While you got washed aside with the wrong ones (the wrong ones)
You can't expect things you haven't earned But I guess you'll never learn Why don't you tell me something that I've never heard?
So grit my teeth, puncture my lungs (puncture my lungs) Until these words run off my tongue (run off my tongue) And I'm never happy till I'm done While you got washed aside with the wrong ones (the wrong ones) With the wrong onesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
