Lyrics
Or change the words you wrote, sitting on stairs when i would bother to bring my skates
i m asking for you to stick it outand see things through
But what s with the choice of words, and it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
With minimal contact and you know i can t ask your mom what s happening, tongue in cheek lying awake in bed while other kids sleep, if i could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn t have to write like i do
if i could promise to be there when you need me
But what s with the choice of words, hurdles are getting knocked down
Except i use paper instead of my body now it s something you might want to try, my facial expression said i didn t care, it s great sharing time now that dad s gone
or change the words you wrote
I didn t tell anyone about what i seen or heard that day, i m scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Repeat chorus, but i see the hell that your limbs speak
All this pain and hurt is relative, could i erase your body language telling you its all been said before, you might just aim for a day that its rainingto strike a vein to take my name in changing your uniform and altering your mind set
Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin, big brotherdoing father figure 8 s, ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
i m asking for you to stick it outand see things through
because the anguish of hidden skinis letting my ghosts be shown
Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there, i m scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home, could i erase your body language telling you its all been said before
i d add them to my collection while smiling
my feeble attempt at being a strong
I m asking for you to stick it outand see things through, repeat chorus
If there s a vacancy as far as room in your life goes, it s great sharing time now that dad s gone
My facial expression said i didn t care, i m scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile Inherited, tongue in cheek lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence, while you get cut in the lines that they make you wait inin ways that they
i know the dialect it s nowhere i haven t been before
your thresh hold for pain is greater than mine
Would it raise an eyebrow, your legs aren t the only ones marked up how many dreams have you chased
is it my place to put a smile on your face