He said "Son, have you seen the world?

Well, what would you say if I said that you could?

Just

come warm your hands on hellfire and brimstone

empty the pockets of the innocent victim

bound by fear

we misplace trust

in your voice

inside these walls

convincing

If I could paint how I feel,

I'd draw bullseye on your forehead

my anger is not misdirected

unless

in the face of change

that's when she turned to me and said,

"i'm not sure anymore..."

and there

Tell me what I'm supposed to do,

With all these left over feelings of you;

'Cause I don't know

And tell me how I'm supposed to feel,

When

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?

Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?

Are we getting closer, or are we just getting

On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door,

on windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore

the traffic

Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.

I need some sleep.

They hate the songs.

We hate them too. Yeah.

This show is free

Information kept to myself and everybody wants to know,

I trust the words of no one else cause I've been there before,

Your voice

A sinking ship, an awkward kiss

A chance to set things straight

The kind of hurt that burns