sour

slow it down

where's the fun in knowing everything?

what's the point in knowing anyone?

what's the point of feeling anything at all?

what's the point of being anyone?

i'm drinking violence out of a glass of malaise

i'm eating silence out of the sound of your name

i'll do my own dance when i'm alone and afraid

my uncle steve said

maybe i should fight through the pain

sour the taste of an electric life

covering over all the emptiness

running in place here in paradise

nothing is real until it hurts my chest

sour the taste of an electric life

covering over all the emptiness

running in place here in paradise

nothing is real until it hurts my chest

slow it down

where's the fun in knowing everything?

what's the point in knowing anyone?

what's the point of feeling anything at all?

what's the point of being anyone?

i'm speaking quiet cause i've got nothing to say

i hear the sirens

follow them to my grave

a glass of silence

like drinking tears in the rain

i'm just a lost cause

so you don't care if i stay

sour the taste of an electric life

covering over all the emptiness

running in place here in paradise

nothing is real until it hurts my chest

sour the taste of an electric life

covering over all the emptiness

running in place here in paradise

nothing is real until it hurts my chest

slow it down

there's something gritty in the afterglow

it's kind of perfect how you never know

i saw the future in new mexico

so

i never looked back