Well it's a ride that will push you up
Right against the wall
Take apart your head
Right against the wall
Chew it up and swallow it
You burnt bright but you run out
I fell asleep at the incline
I can't shake this little feeling
I'll never get anything right
Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say, "I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in"
Well when we were made we were set apart
But life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
-Tyler Stunna-
Credit goes to Brand New for its lyrics which are contained in this entry.
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