This one comes to you straight from the hills Now tear up the floor with them dancing skills We?ve got to reach, got to reach for our dreams We?ve got
Chased out of the homestead By an eagerness familiar to me And I know that time is getting old And that?s why I?m constantly Reassembled by my own words
When the cold air finally thaws it?s a cure-all for depression December took my happiness with such ease and aggression When I?m finished packing up
Tell me tell me can it not be so? Finish who you are and then return to paper It?s lived quick but written slow So I return to paper Tell me tell me can
I burnt the morgue I beat you to the punch I?m crazed by thoughts While you?re busy having lunch So I prayed Eat dirt I?ll snack on the past I?m underground
Brave with such a strong deception Better describes the moment you Wasted your whole conception I hate to admit it but I always knew I?m writing you
You can read me just don?t page ahead You?re better off indifferent with everything I once said Like I am so straight talk me please I?m living in a