Texty:
Joey Cape

Here is another drink to cover every word you say Find excuses, it wasn't you there, sorry my mistake So here comes the part where the stunt double

Unlucky seventeen, already handed plans for the future Glamour obsessed, shown how to dress, and told how to think And I don't have a job, but I can

I am just another fool, and I have to keep telling myself that I am just a hypocrite, and I have to keep calling you one And I forgot to bite my tongue

It's negative I wish you the worst dear, to feel the greatest pain a positive you say it's all in vain I know I felt, and I won't feel again I know you

At three in the morning we are in mourning Hallucinations end in collision Drug induced visions end in collision Casualties again Yeah we're faux pacifist

Can anybody hear me? Can any loser feel this way? Have you already won? Recognize your reckoning, Contemplate your grave mistakes, Have we already won

The story it grows older, the story is no story here I never knew what it is, and there's no sign of it ending As I am it and ought to be, they're telling

If you could feel your legs falling out Then you might find the strength to stand your ground Then you'd be close to them Then you'd be be close to God

I don't like watching train wrecks, entranced by falling stars They are only needed when they fall apart Our life without scandal, nearly all routine