Answers proved aloof or elusive And always seemed to be conducive to mood swings. With tempers flaring we took those tattered chi's and ideologies out of their vaults.
Our faults aren't our fault.
Now we're better than ever.
We drowned our problems in the whiskey. The bottom of the bottle dripped as clean as our conscience and we slept unconscious. We smoked our drugs and cigarettes to cleanse regrets, and always betted on regretting the outcome. We did, and then some... We rinsed our nicotine stained fingers double clean.
We dropped back to default. Our faults aren't our fault.
Now we're better than ever. (1, 2, 3, 4...) Regressions left our lessons laid out for our attention. A tension left us open to change. Three cheers for hoping! Reason ain't our long suit.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
