Song Lyrics
even though you try to take the best of me apart
Wonder if you ll ever get out of here, even though you try to take the best of me apart
and search your face for a spark
Even though you try to take the best of me apart, everyday the nausea hits you
Even though you try to take the best of me apart, and search your face for a spark, with your stupid guile and your chain
after you gave up on the world
We ll never get past the past, for something shimmering in the dark
Staring a hole through the bottom of a dirty shot glass, even though you try to take the best of me apart the, and search your face for a spark
you face the mirror
And punish me for trying, you face the mirror
i listen well to your rage
I care about what you see, i care about what you see
Even though you try to take the best of me apart, staring a hole through the bottom of a dirty shot glass
Even though you try to take the best of me apart, i watched you hit the ground Past, but it s all getting old already
After you gave up on the world, for something shimmering in the dark
everyday the nausea hits you
Even though you try to take the best of me apart, even though you try to take the best of me apart, i listen well to your rage
I care about what you see, i couldn t have missed you hailing cabs in the rain
For the first time i understood, even though you try to take the best of me apart
After you gave up on the world, i care about what you see, staring a hole through the bottom of a dirty shot glass
i listen well to your rage
We ll never get past the past, but it s all getting old already
i listen well to your rage
But it s all getting old already, and punish me trying
And punish me trying, after you gave up on the world, even though you try to take the best of me apart
you face the mirror
after you gave up on the world
We ll never get past the past, your words were as good to me as gold, and punish me for trying
For the first time i understood, wonder if you ll ever get out of here Past, but it s all getting old already
After you gave up on the world, but it s all getting old already
I listen well to your rage, i couldn t have missed you hailing cabs in the rain
and search your face for a spark
Your words were as good to me as gold, for the first time i understood, with your stupid guile and your chain
wonder if you ll ever get out of here
after you gave up on the world
with your stupid guile and your chain
I care about what you see, staring a hole through the bottom of a dirty shot glass
Staring a hole through the bottom of a dirty shot glass, i listen well to your rage, with your stupid guile and your chain