I don't believe
I think I'll feel this soon
To drop over me
This boring blues
Mouth sick, wretched
Cracking glass
I don't believe
Manliness
Cutting skin
Sinking fast
I hit the things
Promises I knew would be trouble
Nobody else complains, No call
I stand drained (red milk drops and)
Dry days on the sidewalk
The smell of my keys
I think I saw my tooth
You grabbed all the sins
And left no clue
Caring, sharing
Bleeding mess is all we need
Breathing, hearing
People speak, it's all about me
Far away from here I'm a puzzle
You will give them out something, I know
I stand drained (red milk drops and)
Dry days on the sidewalk
I stand drained (red milk drops and)
Dry days on the sidewalk
I stand on the sidewalk