This little runaway
Against the golden cusp, she screams words of distrust
To tease me as the motor turns to thrust
Her skin the tone of rust, her eyes burning with lust
Pray in disbelief, this day be done
Little switchblade sister, dreaming of guns
Your courage a disease, it's strengthening me
Oh, I'll pull the trigger, hun, oh girl, and watch it blow up
[Chorus]
All this, I have wanted and more
While I live in the blame
I wish the past could come take it back, so I can start it all over
All this, I have pushed to endure
Just to find out, it's breaking me
Disgustingly fit into, unhappily, with the absolute questions:
Is this what I need? Do I even feel this?
This burden's mine alone
This world will never know, as I live with it in tow
[Chorus]
All this, I have wanted and more
While I live in the blame
I wish the past would come take it back, so I can start it all over
All this, I have pushed to endure
Just to find out, it's breaking me
Disgustingly fit into, unhappily, with the absolute questions:
Is this what I need? Do I even feel this?
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, I need a break
From these random reality shifts
And mood swings
[Bridge]
All good boys run home to mommy
But you're not afraid no more
Go in through the front door, and give 'em hell, buddy
All good boys run home to mommy
But you're not afraid no more
Go in through the front door, and give 'em hell, buddy
Oh, I think I've made a mess
I've made a mess
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
[Chorus]
All this, I have wanted and more
But while I live in the blame
I wish the past would come take it back, so I can start it all over
All this, I have pushed to endure
Just to find out, it's breaking me
Disgustingly fit into, unhappily, with the absolute questions
[Outro]
I can't find
The answers to this life
I can't find
The answers to...
I don't think there, or anyone there is just nothing
I don't think there, or anyone there is just nothing
Hold onto what you have, never let go
Find out what happens in the truth low below
Oh, I think I made a mess
I made a mess