Texty: Secret Lives Of The Freemasons. Weekend Warriors. Xanax.

This is a line drawn in the sand and I'm daring you to cross it.
A fist full of love is all you get.
Your mouth is like a faucet.
It's a shame time hasn't healed shit.
I'm just as bitter as I was then.
We had fun; I remember it was all we bragged about.
Why are you addicted to all these roof tops
and the people under looking up at your sadness?
But, you won't do it.
I dare you to do it.
Well this is life and this is death.
Teeth clinched as I'm sinking into the carpet.
Eyes wide open and I'm remembering my life before you were in it.
If you are 1, then I am 10.
I wanna keep a safe distance.
We had fun; I remember it was all we bragged about.
Oh my god, what have we done?
It's been so long since I lost myself.
I think maybe we've all been lied to.
Maybe we're all just searching for a little bit of truth