Текст песни
Up on coming home
Upon thinking alone
Let me go straight to be more confused
'Cause there's limited titles on what I can use
Just don't deny your life & don't bring me to the other side
What an awful gift it is insight..
There's a young girl tied up in the power lines as I'm stumbling home
Into someone else's home and I smile
'Cause its funny when yr in the swing of things
And you can't stop being/seeing what you Aren't
I can't wait to just go to jail to be more confused
Let me go straight with this much to lose
Don't Deny my life just to bring me to the other side
What an awful gift it is insight...