I wasn't denying shit,
I kept my evenings lit.
It weighed a lot then.
And if I pretend like the song didn't end,
Would you sing?
Off, so what's a day of death?
You've got no motive left, I've got my hands tied.
Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face if I try.
You don't have to tell me 'bout everything that won't do.
You don't have to tell me 'bout everything.
I don't want to hear all about your wickedness lately out on 66.
Carry on.
Your passion subsides quickly.
Did you get your fix?
I can recognize your tricks.
I've got my stones and sticks, you've got your hair tied.
Let it die.
Let it rot like a thing you forgot.
Give me time.
Give me space.
I can peel a new face.
You don't have to tell me 'bout everything.
Tell me 'bout everything.
Tell me 'bout everything.