Из альбома: Promises for the Imperfect
Do you have your picture down?
You paint it well, but not so right
And we're the ones who ruin it for you
And I'm sorry
And now it's only stuck in your mind
We are the promises
We are once again
We are everything you have heard about a no show
We are the ones you talk about, now
Now it's time to let this go
I know it's sad, but you'll feel new now
And we're the ones who ruined it for you
And I'm sorry
You've been living your life, in a stereotype
And you try so hard to fight the feelings you dwell on
When all you should do is die to yourself