And the pictures frames are facing down,
I'm running from the truth,
Distorted images of you,
And you insist that you were right,
But the facts show you were wrong,
I'm holding my ground.
You think this is some sort of game,
And you need to get your story straight right now,
This time.
There's got to be a better way,
You hang the suit to fit the frame right now,
This time.
And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts,
To you I can't describe and you're always on my mind.
So I'll pretend I'm content now,
But I'm miserable this life,
And the end is on it's way.
You think this is some sort of game
And you need to get your story straight right now,
This time
There's got to be a better way,
You hang the suit to fit the frame right now,
This time
Throw open windows and the doors,
I'll give my best, you'll ask for more.
What we put together you'll just pull apart.
I raise my voice,
You still don't hear,
It's becoming harder to stay sincere.
Can't put behind us what we never left.
What we never left.
What we never left.
You just lie.
Step away, right back, before I...
Lie to me.
I bleed and I blister.
This is all your fault, you know.
Why do you just lie?
It's tempting to just make you bleed, show you.
Show you what it's like.
My Knife, Your Throat from Scary Kids Scaring Kids...there's three versions of this song or something...this version is the one that's 6 minutes and 10 seconds long...