I won't say a word as I turn every light down in this town you won't hear me coming not the sound of my feet running to take you down these New York winters
Woah it hurts too much so call me out for not having the guts. So chalk it up to poor judgment but how could you? Given every chance, our outstretched
I?ve gone and lost my sense of self right out the door And back down on the floor again I?m just glad that I?ve got my friends to stand at my back
I?ve gone and lost my sense of self right out the door And back down on the floor again I?m just glad that I?ve got my friends to stand at my back when
This city has become a commercial for itself (and everyone has all gone to hell). So look out for the fall, how did the sea become salt? I asked myself
I know it's late but I've been up for days we haven't spoken in far too long cause I have nothing left to say I'm a mess with all this constant stress
I?m still looking for my piece of mind and nothing more. My bad habits are building up and getting harder and harder to ignore, Except when you?re around
I wish that I could say the pain wasn?t enough to keep me awake some nights it was just to much for me to take This road is a dead end when all I want
They always said you?d never get anywhere (running your trap), So I ran twice as hard, word for word and yard for yard. They always said you?d never get
Well i?m looking for some kind of anchor, someone to stand taller than me, to pull me up through these falling leaves. i?ve already got so much anger
This will forever be it. The sun on the tip of your tongue. But something is different - there?s a whole new look to this. We got it and we?re taking
There?s not enough of us to be this divided. I?m holding on and I?ve got?I?ve got a tight grip. I never thought someone could be this closed-minded. Your
There?s not enough of us to be this divided. I?m holding on and I?ve got?I?ve got a tight grip. I never thought someone could be this closed-minded.
Did you know the half listening world is sitting on its throne Kings and queens judging you from home And you're the minstrel in their court With looks
I won't say a word as I turn every light down in this town you won't hear me coming not the sound of my feet running to take you down these New York
