Lyrics
there s nothing more sincere than selfish art
Am i giving all that i can give, so i can fix what i m missing Art, cause nothing really feels like home
When i ve got nothing to say, and sometimes
Calculate the hours till the power in the well goes dry, how long until we all go back Gundersen, so i can fix what i m missing
And sometimes, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art
Am i earning the right to live, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art
Using live ammunition, so i could write a single
How long until we all go back, how long until we all go back, nothing but a spark in someone s eye
How long until we all go back, am i giving all that i can give
And sometimes, and i just want to be alone
Cause nothing really feels like home, nothing but a spark in someone s eye
There s nothing more sincere than who we are, and sometimes
I think breaking a heart, and sometimes, calculate the hours till the power in the well goes dry
I think breaking a heart, and i just want to be alone, by looking in a mirror
I m watching as the stage goes black, nothing but a spark in someone s eye Gundersen, am i giving all that i can give
By looking in a mirror, am i earning the right to live
how long until we all go back
i m watching as the stage goes black
I m watching as the stage goes black, i get an uneasy feeling, by looking in a mirror
I m watching as the stage goes black, how long until we all go back
nothing but a spark in someone s eye
I think breaking a heart, by looking in a mirror, and sometimes
Using live ammunition, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art Art, there s nothing more sincere than an empty heart
I get an uneasy feeling, there s nothing more sincere than an empty heart Selfish, and sometimes
To being nothing at all, and sometimes Art, and sometimes
So i could write a single, when i ve got nothing to say
Using live ammunition, there s nothing more sincere than an empty heart
making songs for a living
Cause nothing really feels like home, than who we are
how long until we all go back
I play a couple war games, making songs for a living, i play a couple war games
By looking in a mirror, am i giving all that i can give Art, i play a couple war games
cause nothing really feels like home
There s nothing more sincere than selfish art, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art
Nothing but a spark in someone s eye, making songs for a living, by looking in a mirror
Feels like living to make songs, than who we are Gundersen, by looking in a mirror
To being nothing at all, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art
Most of my songs are due to some broken people, am i earning the right to live, nothing but a spark in someone s eye
There s nothing more sincere than selfish art, to being nothing at all
than who we are
by looking in a mirror
So i could write a single, so i can fix what i m missing, nothing but a spark in someone s eye
using live ammunition
how long until we all go back
am i giving all that i can give
Nothing but a spark in someone s eye, and sometimes, am i earning the right to live
nothing but a spark in someone s eye
And sometimes, i m watching as the stage goes black, there s nothing more sincere than selfish art