| Screwed my head on straight
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| I’ve got a piercing alibi, oh
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| I’m dull like the knife, familiar from inside
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| Hoping to wade though this emotional pesticide, oh
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| It looks so familiar, we look so familiar
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| Don’t look so familiar
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| 'Cause I don’t care about the scars
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| I wear them out so proud, so proud
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| So give me something that’s not on my list
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| Failure to free air, the original
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| I’m not breathing now with no help
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| I’m saying that I’m sorry for the weight
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| I can’t put down this axe and the lumber stacks high
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| Still no room yet
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| For you to hold me close like a baby only knowing love
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| Give me something to believe in
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| You give me something to believe in, oh
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| I don’t care about the looks
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| High brow is facing down to the ground
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| My dirty hands just turned into locked tight fists
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| Failure to see fails, cliffs
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| They just lift me off the ground
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| To help me find you somehow
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| These nights, I wait for the last call
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| When everyone’s the same, we find a way to fall
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| Without a drink at all
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| I screw my head on straight
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| I don’t care about the thin cold air
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| Not coming down. |
| I’m never coming down
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| You give me something to believe in
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| You give me something to believe in, yeah |