so i take it out
every chance i get
left to be so mean

still it's sane and so sympathetic

want to feel bad

but you can't say no

it's no cause at all

it comes down to you and
who bleeds who?


just past the day
pleasant leaves you
comes to you the same way

passed on
every day's the last day
no one sees you

walk the part to stay
not you


judge yourself again
age is no excuse
had to find a way to

close my eyes, call it back and shoot