Band: Senses Fail
Album: Life is Not a Waiting Room
The garden state has never looked so pitiful and grey as I awake to the garbage men today.
I hope they take all of my old mistakes because I can't seem to shake them on my own.
My head, it spins when I look at the mirror
And spit at the man I see with anchors for his eyes.
I build my castles up in the sky so when it rains they melt away with shame.
Here I am looking down at the bottom of a glass.
Is this all my fault that I need a sign like shooting stars,
to help connect the dots and turn my cuts into scars?
All of my fears are kept in check by the medicine I take
And all of the guards are scared there's rumors of dissent.
There will be a riot in my heart soon, it wants to beat beneath the open sky,
my regrets are what keep me still alive, I need to make up for all the lies.
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