 Stuff your sentences into your boring diary
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get fuckin' ready
Bring your appetite and break sobriety
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get fuckin' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
Stuff your sentences into your boring diary
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get fuckin' ready
Bring your appetite and break sobriety
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get fuckin' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
You and I have minutes between
We lie, but we're still listening
It's too soon I know
But I can walk slow
It's a couple blocks away
Stuff your sentences into your boring diary
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get fuckin' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
We don't have to try
We can turn bad luck into a bad joke
We don't have to sing
We can turn a bad string into a long dream
We don't have to bleed
We can just repeat when we are alone
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