right out and say it? Even if the words are probably gonna hurt I'd rather have the truth than something insincere And why don't you come right out and
lock the windows and bolt the door 'Cause I've got enough problems without creating more I feel like I was born for devastation and reform I'll destroy everything I love and
is just a conduit And the light, there at the end is where I'll be 'Cause I'm on the up and up, I'm on the up and up And I haven't given up, given up
: That night at the theater An impersonator died Mr. both was tried i just kept the truth inside and in the court room the judge will not catch wind
: I've dug up miles and miles of sand Searching for something I can't see And I've just got bruised and battered hands And a brand new void inside of
been aptly damned To fail and fail again Cause we're all guilty of the same things We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through And I know that I have been forgiven And
come right out and say it even if the words are gonna hurt were better off this way why don't you come right out and say come right out and say what i
I'll give No one told me how bad I need you But I somehow arrived at that conclusion all by myself And I want all you have to offer So I'll offer myself and
lock the windows And bolt the door Cause I've got enough problems without creating more I feel like I was born For devastation and reform I'll destroy everything I love, And
: I just wasted 10 seconds of your life
you're out of my league And I know that it's so cliche To tell you that everyday I spend with you is the new best day of my life And everyone watching
is just a conduit And the light there at the end is where I'll be Cause I'm on the up and up I'm on the up and up And I haven't given up Given up on
I I'm taking you with me And so I'm trying To hold it all together and And make it through the day When I'm just dying To drop it all and take your
that room and see your eyes opened so wide Opened so wide Because you know Because you know you will never leave my site Until the day that I die for the first time And
passing second comes a second chance. Oh-oh-oh You stole so much from me and there is nothing left to take, Save a hard learned lesson on how to not make the same mistake. And
broken up, I want to go home Let me go home The poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
best thing that could be happening And I think you would agree The best thing is that its happening to you and me All I want to have Is all that you can give me And
didn't hear it from me And I'm sweeping up the seconds that tick off the clock And saving them for later when I'm too ticked to talk And I need some