This song is not about you,
it's not about me.
It's about the blood on the blade stabbed into the back of somebody
Somebody is someone who is stable,
but still remains unable to really be himself,
because if he were he then,
she would be with somebody and not someone else.
This song is not about me and the battles that I've won,
It's about the warped kitchen floor from the water left on the run,
and the pile of dirty dishes that is never done,
and the ashes in the sink floating in the water,
somebody doesn't wanna have to but somebody oughta,
Lay down the law
Don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for awhile
This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees masked with melodies,
There's no way to let go, no way to forget, there is no way to grow,
Just the room to regret .
She holds him back confined to this s***e,
But she holds somebody in the first place.
Lay down the law
Don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for awhile
Somebody is stranded light years from home,
on a planet where people are not like his own,
where they pay to be brainwashed and told what to see,
and not many dare question authority.
Where a sick television is coughing up blood and
it stains every life and it's starting to flood,
fills the holes in our brains as it pours from the screens,
and it stains the newspapers and magazines.
Lay down the law
Don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for awhile
it's not about me.
It's about the blood on the blade stabbed into the back of somebody
Somebody is someone who is stable,
but still remains unable to really be himself,
because if he were he then,
she would be with somebody and not someone else.
This song is not about me and the battles that I've won,
It's about the warped kitchen floor from the water left on the run,
and the pile of dirty dishes that is never done,
and the ashes in the sink floating in the water,
somebody doesn't wanna have to but somebody oughta,
Lay down the law
Don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for awhile
This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees masked with melodies,
There's no way to let go, no way to forget, there is no way to grow,
Just the room to regret .
She holds him back confined to this s***e,
But she holds somebody in the first place.
Lay down the law
Don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for awhile
Somebody is stranded light years from home,
on a planet where people are not like his own,
where they pay to be brainwashed and told what to see,
and not many dare question authority.
Where a sick television is coughing up blood and
it stains every life and it's starting to flood,
fills the holes in our brains as it pours from the screens,
and it stains the newspapers and magazines.
Lay down the law
Don't change your style
Lead on to leave
Baby come on back for awhile