1. |
Leslie
03:04
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And I'll pray every day, every day till I've had enough
Make you the blame I will shame, I will shame into dust
Sewing my eyes, lacing my mouth shut
So I'll lie to myself and I'll hide in the ground
Buried in dirt and the seeds will grow all around me
Roses will rise, thorns cutting deep
They will rise above
(They will rise)
They will rise
(They will rise, they will rise)
But still I fall
(But still I fall)
Still you're calling me
Away from my home
(Away from my home)
Away from all I'd ever loved and known
I've ever known
And you'll take and you'll break me until you've had enough
Drain out my blood, drain it dry, throw me in muck
Leave me out for dead
Leave me out for credit
Show me the world through different views and
Told me it's mine if I don't abuse it
Little did I know
That you'd sink so low and...
Take it all away
Take it all away
But still I fall
(But still I fall)
Still you're calling me
Away from my home
(Away from my home)
Away from all I'd ever loved and known
Take it, take it all away
Take it, take it all away
Take it, take all away away away
Take it, take it all away
Take it, take it all away
Take it, take it all away
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2. |
Bones
02:44
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Tried to hold up dead weight
Used everything to appreciate
All the times I memorized
My happiness in children's eyes
This burden keeps getting heavy
Searched for help the scenery
Seemed to lack the souls I need
To keep me from insanity
Rest my bones
Rest my bones
Rest my bones
Rest my bones
Keep my head up in the sky
Lose my balance never tried
To make things right how they should be
Look for the promise made to me
My eyes may wander they may go
But truth lies in the things I know
My lungs rely on air to breathe
Like I rely on you to see
Rest my bones
Rest my bones
Rest my bones
Rest my bones
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3. |
Raspberries
02:02
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Anger takes you far away from
Feeling human, feeling real
Cut your circulation
Bleeding blue
Make my vision burning red
"Tame your lashings" once you've said
Take your weak mind else where
Somewhere new
Take this body in
Let your garden grow
Free me from the stitches that you've sewn
Sting me with your constant lashings
Alcohol to tame the pain
Reel me in to show me that you own me, control me
Consoling you to
Clear my conscience
You snuck into my ribs I could not leave you weeping abandoned
Take this body in
Let your garden grow
Free me from the stitches that you've sewn
Sewn
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4. |
Bad Luck
02:49
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20 years counting
Seven years pouting
I've been sitting in a pool with broken glass
And I am bleeding fast
Walking and accounting
All the years that I will spend
Waking up with spiders crawling up
And feeding off my skin
20 years counting
I'm trying my best to get away
Seven years pouting
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm lying
I am trying, I am lying
Can't you tell?
Nine months, twelve weeks, longs days
You linger away, away
And I've been quiet, residing
In my own mind, I can't get you out of my head
I didn't think a cat with black and white would make my luck go bad
Bad, bad, bad...
Luck was never my friend
Showed up at my door but never came in
Right out of my reach
I just can't grasp the thought of losing everything
Bad luck
I'm trying my best to run away from bad luck, bad luck
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm lying
I am trying, I am lying
Can't you tell?
Nine months, twelve weeks, longs days
You linger away, away
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5. |
Jake
02:02
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I'm sick of feeling incompetent
My stomach turns into an empty pit
I try not to laugh
I swear you're so full of shit
Every word you speak
Talks to my ears sweetly
Call it childish but I'm taking my turn
To stab your back just to relax and set some facts to settle the score
I won't call, no I won't try
You bet your ass I'll get you back and I'll just laugh
'Cause I hurt you so much more
I'm so done losing myself in you
Drowning in sweet nothings and choking on what you didn't do
You never cared, you never tried
To better yourself so why did I even bother?
Call it childish but I'm taking my turn
To stab your back just to relax and set some facts to settle the score
I won't call, no I won't try
You bet your ass I'll get you back and I'll just laugh
'Cause I hurt you so much more
Hurt you so much more
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6. |
Slowly
03:15
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Take it slowly
But not this slow
Take it slowly
But not this slow
You tied my wrist back.. You always did lack self control
Time to tame your tongue, think pure
Loosen the choke hold, it's held too long
I'm slowly turning hues of blue
You know I always wanted to take it slow
But not this slow
Maybe you should let me go, just go
Just go, Just go
You said take your time
All the while you pushed me out from underneath the pedestal you put me on
You know I'm trying to be everything you ever wanted
All the things you thought that I should be
You know I always wanted to take it slow
But not this slow
Maybe you should let me go, just go
Just go, Just go
Take is slow
All the while you pushed me out from underneath the pedestal you put me on
Take is slow
All the while you pushed me out from underneath the pedestal you put me on
Take is slow
All the while you pushed me out from underneath the pedestal you put me on
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