Woorden: Hand Me Down Buick. Other. Carnivals And Rough Town Like Atco.

Has what he dont in this life been enough
He carries caskets of his best friends
And hopes hes above
These gashes on my knees
Are not your fault so by all means
Throw me where you please
Come push to shove we will still breath
And now its obviouse to us
We must put up or shut up
Chorus
And If I was a bullet
In A gun aimed towords your head
Id lodge myself in your brain
To see all your thoughts unsaid
Atleast for the few minutes your alive in your death bed
Ill see what never
Passed Your Lips
Chrous
You can let go
So Ill never know