Crutch (Alternate Version)

Come and plant some daisies

I’ll push up all the seeds

It seems that everything I do I regret

Will my friends still bury me?

I guess I’m trying to be different

When we all die the same

I figure I need a crutch that I can blame

Never goes away. (x2)

We’re mixed and honed projections

Reflections we emulate

I feel like all of the words I try to sing

Just sound contrived and lame

I guess I’m trying to be different

When we all die the same

I figure I need a crutch that I can blame

Am I meant to dissipate?

Should I bend before I break?

Am I looking for an empty truth that never goes away?

Do we suffer all the same?

Do you think I’m fucking fake?

Are you looking for an empty truth that never goes away? (x2)

I guess I’m trying to be different

When we all die the same

I figure I need a crutch that I can blame

I’m just so tired of forgiveness

I’d rather fan every flame

I figure I need a crutch that I can blame

Never goes away. (x4)