[Originally by Elliot Smith] Baby Britain feels the best Floating over a sea of vodka Separated from the rest Fights problems with bigger problems
(feat. Josh Caterer) [Originally by Smoking Popes] [Anthony Raneri of Bayside] Butter on a summer day When she's around I was on the tracks When the
Tony, your life's not over, but you've given up all you lived for. Put the bottle down and fix the thing you ran from. Do you say what you really mean
When Winter falls Next year, I'll be holding on To anything nailed down As for being patient, with fate and all, it's getting old. And my mind is slowly
This isn't who I am. From confidence to self doubt in 60 seconds. Storming stages and stereos from here to there, trying to prove that I belong. Trying
Pound my knuckles hard against the floor. My head against the wall. But I did this to myself. Assume it's just not worth getting back up, so I'll
It's getting cold. Thought it was too soon to tell but it was terribly old and as the heartbeat slows to a heartless crawl. The lights went out,
Drink up beautiful. I spiked your cup with angst and a heart attack, 'cause I've got so much trapped It's all because of you. So I figured you might
I'm trying to create something that's not there. A spark I saw. A bomb is really just a means to an end. I was just so happy to be out of my shell
My friend, You're always the last one to leave Those dimly lit rooms. Making sure the last glass makes its way to the table empty. And every bottle
