Album: Things Here Are Fine
You can't come down and bring yourself to the ground.
Thoughts brought to sound, get to see them all burn to the ground.
Think, what to say.
Did that just come out that way? I mean it. I'm sorry?
That's not what i meant to say.
Confused and unsure of the weapon my mouth can sometimes be.
I was shooting and unloading and I'm sorry
that's not what I meant to hit.
But I hit it and you're wounded and I'm finding it hard to live with the guilt.
This isn't me. This isn't the man I wish to be.
Try to save face
Retreat Head For Base
Scars that deface
Get to see that look on your face