If I'm unsure, and a little poor I'd appreciate a good what for to the side of my head, make sure you know... that I'm not dead
So I can go on and on, give a little bit but still hold back about an inch
But, I forget...
No, I'll admit we should have been better then this

She said your tattoos are overrated but, it's the stupid shit that you are infatuated with that lifts me up and I'm not afraid to smile, but...

We hold on to memories
They play a part in all of the ugly
We toy with the memories
And if you've got the beauty, well this is the end

Look out for love and her disconcerted proportions, in her battle warned sores, in performing for her form
It's the body that wants but it lets up scared, as it stumbles
It lets up like a car crash, causes a scene of broken glass and bloodied hands

If we gave up together, we'd be tied by the waist
We grew up together, we are tied by the waist