Paroles:
The Riot Before Rebellion

On the edge of a curbside cliff A red tipped cane A higher pitch A head canted slightly and straining for sounds of Oncoming traffic while filtering

my way through the crowd to the quiet street My ears won?t stop ringing I loved you once but I had to leave It?s what I tell myself at night Before I

The coffee spilled, an unsteady table, Drying ring that gets darker at the edge The sleep that lingers long in my red eyes Creases from my bed Still

The window?s a mirror when the sun is a light bulb There?s some beer in the fridge it?ll help take the edge off But if the last one was emptied out last

Buying boxes, bubble wrap, and packaging tape Emptying all the drawers out and throwing away The coupons expired, the ticket ignored There?s no need