If we keep picking the scabs off,
they're never gonna heal.
We can't rely on these sad songs
to tell us how to feel.
Couple of bearers of bad news,
the casualties of greed.
Shifted the gears on a short fuse,
and now we're gaining speed.
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore.
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes.
You kept the blade by your side.
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives.
p*** poor excuse for another closed door.
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more.
We've smoked this down to the filter,
It's killing me to speak.
Dancing on the ash of disaster.
We're immersing underneath,
A closet that's stacked to the shim,
with skeletons singing hymns.
Over and over again.
Long kiss goodbye, jealous friend.
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore.
I guess we owe it to ourselves.
We've been strolling through hell.
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes.
You kept the blade by your side.
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives.
p*** poor excuse for another closed door.
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more.
You're just s** & drugs.
You're all of the things that we made up, in our heads.
In your bed. I don't wanna go, but I have to.
they're never gonna heal.
We can't rely on these sad songs
to tell us how to feel.
Couple of bearers of bad news,
the casualties of greed.
Shifted the gears on a short fuse,
and now we're gaining speed.
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore.
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes.
You kept the blade by your side.
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives.
p*** poor excuse for another closed door.
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more.
We've smoked this down to the filter,
It's killing me to speak.
Dancing on the ash of disaster.
We're immersing underneath,
A closet that's stacked to the shim,
with skeletons singing hymns.
Over and over again.
Long kiss goodbye, jealous friend.
Is it youth or is it you that I'm aching for?
No room for faith anymore.
I guess we owe it to ourselves.
We've been strolling through hell.
Tempting pursuit, diamond eyes.
You kept the blade by your side.
Tossed up a rat race we're exchanging for both our lives.
p*** poor excuse for another closed door.
Cling to remorse when all we wanted was so much more.
You're just s** & drugs.
You're all of the things that we made up, in our heads.
In your bed. I don't wanna go, but I have to.