finish ticket
this feeling's okay
yeah it's alright
but it could be better man
i don't mean to fight
still we do
and i don't know why
you take it out
you take it out on me
you're innocent eyes
so quickly devised
a blanket of wrongs
and a series of lies
but i digress
how's loneliness?
you need me but you don't know
give me a piece of that gold in your head
we're broken
but we don't know
left on our own in this march to the end