Get up cause it's morning cousin. they found your mother in a ditch all tore up!
then it starts snowing, it's too cold and my arms itch. NOSEBLEED!!! now all
that "bright white's" blood red.


now i dont know but oh, i got that feeling that says this is it.


every time i look outside i see that lone sun shining bright, makes me sad to be
alive. every day it's just that same old gray staring back at me, so why do i
keep on living?


intense a rush now to the head of blood that flows oh-so-intense through our
hearts, so rhythmic. it strolls our veins so effortless and keeps us entertained

and interested.

singing that same old lover's song about a heart strung out too long. it just

stops.

it's a real shame cause we almost got clean.


singing that same old lover's about a heart strung out so long it just stops