So I take it out

every chance I get

left to be so mean

still it's sane and so sympathetic

want to feel bad

but you can't say no

it's no cause at all

it comes down to you and

who bleeds who?

just past the day

pleasant leaves you

comes to you the same way

passed on

every day's the last day

no one sees you

walk the part to stay

not you

judge yourself again

age is no excuse

had to find a way to

close my eyes, call it back and shoot