Texty: The Black Maria. Our Commitment's A Sickness.

The sad news came today
That you gave up, you quit, you're walking away
And you can't find the right words to say
That you are a part of a ship that's sinking

We'll hang ourselves up with our broken dreams
Convince ourselves that we are better then this
Our commitment's a sickness
We'll hang ourselves up with our broken dreams
And tell ourselves that we almost made it
Our commitment's a sickness

And they say this too, shall pass
But we're getting older with no closure or direction

We'll hang ourselves up with our broken dreams
Convince ourselves that we are better then this
Our commitment's a sickness
We'll hang ourselves up with our broken dreams
And tell ourselves that we almost made it
Our commitment's a sickness

We'll hang ourselves with our dreams
We'll hang ourselves with doubt
We'll hang ourselves with our dreams
We're always hanging on

We'll hang ourselves with our dreams
We'll hang ourselves with doubt

We'll hang ourselves up with our broken dreams
Convince ourselves that we are better then this
Our commitment's a sickness
We'll hang ourselves up with our broken dreams
And tell ourselves that we almost made it
Our commitment's a sickness