Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outta Hand, artist - The Bombpops. Album song Like I Care, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 08.11.2010
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Outta Hand |
| They say that you want what you can’t have |
| But I take it to heart, the thought it drives me mad |
| At night it gets worse |
| Follow suit to the things that make so |
| I’m told that you get what you deserve |
| But I took it too hard, forgot what I learned |
| Lost time, outta hand |
| Follow suit to the things that let me go |
| Heavy breathing, I’m staring at the ceiling |
| The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips |
| And now they’re rushing me, everyone is hushing me |
| Telling stories best kept behind these lips |
| But when the walls start to cave in |
| The tally marks that I left will represent |
| All the days that I spent wondering |
| They call it karma but it’s something that I never wanted |
| To take the time to fully understand |
| At night it gets worse, follow suit to the things that make me so |
| Heavy breathing, I’m staring at the ceiling |
| The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips |
| And now they’re rushing me, everyone is hushing me |
| Telling stories best kept behind these lips |
| But when the walls start to cave in |
| The tally marks that I left will represent |
| All the days that I spent wondering |
| Wrapping my head around it |
| There’s ground beneath my feet but somehow I keep sinking |
| There’s air inside my chest but I am barely breathing |
| I need a sedative but I can’t swallow it, so I crush it up |
| I need a sedative but I can’t swallow it, so I crush it up |
| Heavy breathing, I’m staring at the ceiling |
| The blood is not returning to my toes or to my finger tips |
| And now they’re rushing me, everyone is hushing me |
| Telling stories best kept behind these lips |
| But when the walls start to cave in |
| The tally marks that I left will represent |
| All the days that I spent wondering |