You really fucked up
They're true, all those bad thoughts
Cycling your inner monologue
I can't get them to shut up
I can't get them to shut up
Just have to move on
Float along
Soothe your cracked palms
Two on broken asphalt
Fighting by the Breeches falls
I can't get them to shut up
I can't get them to shut up
We'll just have to move on
Into the Chesapeake's arms
