The Consequence

You are not as cynical as I, as I turn to stone

There's something about being alone

Finding all the fire but I still won't smoke

Bullets and vomit but the gun won't load

There's nothing in the water but I still drink

It's about everything about everything

There's nothing in the garbage but I still stink

It's about everything about everything

Broken glass, suicide letters

Beauty past, it won't get better

Head split open, body broken

There's something about being alone

All talk no courage, no shock discouraged

The cops didn't get there, the cops didn't get there

Hanging from a broken branch over dangerous waters

Won't bring back the ghosts of the ones who bothered

 

You want your chance to seize the day

Well take that chance and go away

The look on your face is telling me you never liked me anyway

Well I never liked me anyway