We wear what we feel, and we feel worn out...like the heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. The words never made it off this crumpled paper to
We're just the dreams that you hate to remember, and we're drowning in our sleep. In our own bad intentions and every light will go out before you open
Please believe it's not the last time I'm gone for good And you'll soon be gone for the worst I understand I've crossed the last line You've got to give
Taking time to count the tempo off, we've got a hundred miles behind us covered in exhaust. And every verse is dressed to dance and wreck romance, and
Six feet below with the dreams in our heads and the things we never said: "you're all I know" We stick to what we know, we know the business between
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