In a room
Full of nails and much to know
Well everything's always been
Just how it has
And the smile's getting painted on upstairs
It's the evening shaking crowd with bodily
And my memories
Don't belong to me
Try not to see
And in your mind
It may be so
But if you can't afford to live
I don't want to know
The lackeys tripped
And they'll be pistols at dawn
It's all upon your head
Wish you'd never been born
And those tragedies
Will mean nothing to me
Oh can't you see
Cause hope can leave your head
Pretty short of breath
But yeah you're still our friend
There's not too many left of them
I tell ya I'd lied believe me
I know the rumors might outlive me
Watch me get there
I'll get better
It's too late
Too late
In your mind
It's to and fro
I'll apologize for jumping down your throat
And those memories don't belong to me
Try not to see
Cause hope can leave your head
Pretty short of breath
But yeah you're still our friend
There's not too many left of them
And who holds you now
Holds you now
And who holds you down
Holds your hand
Shoot score shoes
Shoestring carousel (now)
Score shoots scores
Shoestring carousel (now)
Shoot shoe shoot shoe
Shoestring carousel (now)
Shoe shoe shoot shoe
Shoestring carousel (now)
Now
Now
Now