I don't know why
I bother answer the phone
Nobody's calling for me
Rise, see me rise
See the conman con his eyes
When you catch him
Falling back asleep
Ending your demise
Is like killing fire flies
I'll be the one to say it's bitter sweet
Relative the clichés are
You say your peace and storm that bar
You left your voice behind on East Cross Street
Readjust your bayonet
This war you've won and lost regret
You're not alone but don't forget
When you make your bed, you gotta lay in it
When you make your bed, you gotta lay in it
I tell you now it's only getting better
If you don't believe me
Write strongly worded letters
'Bout the stories of our youth
Maybe you can find some truth
Of what we're swinging from
And we're hanging around
Look at the things that we left on the ground
Well I'm determined to find my youth
And I'll endure all the abuse
So give it
Have you seen my bones, I must have left
Them at your door
This now here amoeba must be me
Quit you casting stones
Your banter lives in mobile homes
You can have my envy
It's for free
Make your wish light your cigar
You've made it on you own thus far
Now I've become the kitten in the tree
Relative the clichés are
You say your peace and storm that bar
You left your voice behind for all to hear
Knocking on her city's door
The one you lost who loved you more
You're not alone but don't forget
When you make your bed, you gotta lay in it
When you make your bed, you gotta lay in it