Album: Drive-Thru Records and Purevolume.com
So tonight your hopes fall
And break the molds of fate
Your tear ducts run dry
You’re bleeding all this paint
So take back your lies
And hold them all inside
Just tell me the truth
At least for just one night
Part 1: I can’t sleep at all tonight
It seems like strings are holding up my eyes
And all this time …
Part 2: Just look back on your life,
And realize all your friends were right
What were you thinking?
Where was your head?
Part 3: Your taste, your touch
Your face your everything
Your everything
Your everything …
Well it seems you’re all wrong
‘Cuz nothing is ok
Your throat is inflamed
Screaming out your pain
So swallow this pill
And wash it down with pride
And no more rewrites
‘Cuz this is our last page