My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with. living like life's going out of style. You came to watch us play...like a "Big shot talent
I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in And if you do not want to see me
I wish I could be silent, I wish I could turn my back on this But you'd be right there waiting, waiting with your knife in hand Ready to cut the life
I spend the afternoon in cars I sit in traffic jams for hours Don't push me, I am not okay The sky is blue 'most every day The lemons grow like tumors
my watch seven minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar like it's a quarter of rye She's scared to jump but terrified
in flames Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple. No batteries no jumper cables Catapult Jump
I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut ties with all the lies that you've been living in And if you do now want to see me
My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with Living like life's going out of style And you came to watch us play like a big shot talent
So you say you're leavin' Turn your back and walk away now You never did believe in Any of this anyway You wrote a song to fail As you watched us flail
Should I walk these confined lines and give you thanks that I'm alive. I tell myself that I don't need your comfort and please don't tell me that it's
watch With 7 minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar like it's a quater a ride She's scared to jump but terrified
him A ski jumper And after the next few weeks He likes the jumper heaps And he wants to be A ski jumper He's standing there tall Wearing his jumper
up in flames Catapult Jump motherfuckers No batteries Catapult Jump motherfuckers No cables Curators cater to killers of innovators I'm a staple. No batteries no jumper cables Catapult Jump
(Featuring Sebastian Davin Of Dropping Daylight) [Originally by Third Eye Blind] I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend You could cut
I spend the afternoon in cars I sit in traffic jams for hours Don't push me I am not OK The sky is blue most every day The lemons grow like tumors they
I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend, You could cut ties with all the lies, That you've been living in, And if you do not want to see
So you say you?re leavin? Turn your back and walk away now You never did believe in Any of this anyway You wrote a song to fail As you watched us flail
