| It was a second o' december
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| I lost my head when i felt her
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| I could escape but i stayed and
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| And now i’m stuck in her cellphone
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| Another day in december
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| And there’s no way to escape now
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| We get to stay in the middle
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| We get to stay in the middle
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| And then we cry cry for noone
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| Feels like an innocent comedown
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| We can sell our beliefs but
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| We get to stay in the midst of
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| shame
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| And then we find ways to go on
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| Out of an innocent comedown
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| For a sake of an ease but
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| We get to stay in the midst of
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| shame
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| One more escape from myself now
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| One more mistake with a fake pal
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| We make the stakes on the breakeout
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| We are the flakes on the background
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| It was the last day of year one
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| Headful of ghosts and insomnia
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| We split our ways just to know how
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| We can go on breathing apart now
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| And so we cry cry for noone
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| Feels like an innocent comedown
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| We can sell our beliefs but
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| We get to stay in the midst of
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| shame
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| And then we can find ways to go on
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| Out of an innocent comedown
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| For a sake of an ease but
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| We get to stay in the midst of
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| shame… |