B-Side

Here's another B-Side no one hears

But it’s not like anybody ever really cared

About anything in this messed up world

That will leave you here so you can hurt

And I’ll write these words and scream them out my lungs

Here’s another disaster just for you

We know how much you like to get beat black and blue

So nod your head and cast a smile

And dust off your denial

Of how hard you try but nothing goes right

Another year but not quite older

Creeping over my shoulder

Every now and then I’ll get the chills

And the phone rang…

What a messed up life we live

Here’s another panic just for you

The panic that you were fed through a tube

That suffocated all you had

And choked you up from the inside as

You were staring at these four walls

Another year but not quite older

Creeping over my shoulder

Every now and then I’ll get the chills

And the phone rang…

What a messed up life we live

Another year but not quite older

Creeping over my shoulder

Every now and then I’ll get the chills

And the phone rang…

What a messed up life we live