Letras
In the midst of all that yelling I noticed a stitch
Inside my cold heart dwelling, lets see what this is
Grab the sharpest knife
Make an open wound
Parts of good that's yet to be consumed
Holding onto strife
Strings are out of tune
But the chords play beauty
Although a little warped
Picture me in written history
When poison Is absorbed
The scriptures gonna say that I provided a service
In every line you can tell that I'm nervous
A little high or misguided on purpose
To try and find another muse
It's time to light the fuse
I'm a writer with the blues
How cliche
Soon to be a heavyweight contender
Like Stipe
I only go the steep way
Thrill In the fall
The pit's deep
Though I'm willing to crawl
If I should ever slip
Be sure to call
Tell you right now that I really could use it
But don't prey upon my kindness and try to abuse it
Too afraid I'm gonna lose it