|
I don't do that shit to myself anymore |
|
I keep it away from me |
|
I don't want to live like I'm dead anymore, so |
|
Keep that away from me |
|
We broke all the bread |
|
Argued through every side, now |
|
What's there to do but leave? |
|
You can tailor the truth, make it look how you like, but |
|
That didn't work for me |
|
You talk with your hands |
|
And break bricks with your head |
|
You're black and you're blue |
|
And a matter of "when" |
|
And I can't wait around for bad news anymore |
|
I keep it away from me |
|
You talk with your hands |
|
And break bricks with your head |
|
You're black and you're blue |
|
And a matter of "when" |
|
You pray with a wink |
|
Fingers crossed in your bed |
|
That you'll wait out the wreck |
|
Well, I can't hang around to find out anymore |
|
I'll keep it away from me |
