Besedila: Posies. Throwaway.

I remember giving up the gory details
And it left me tongue-tied such an elementary sickness

Now I don't want to think and I don't want to feel
I wasn't aware this was part of the deal
When I put my finger on a greater expectation
But just my luck, I lack the patience of a statesman

And all of my language will fail to convey
That I'm terribly twisted around what I say
And the message that I threw away
I don't have it now, I don't have it now
I don't have it now, I don't have it now

So I get worried and it only grows to hurt me
But time is wasting and I'm watching it desert me

I'm diggin' a hole and I'm makin' it deep
And I'm startin' to question the hours I keep
And the answer that I put to sleep
I don't have it now, I don't have it now
I don't have it now, I don't have it now

And so I'm writing with the hope that someone's reading
For all to likely runs the risk of me repeating

But I don't have the guts to prevent the decay
And I'm terribly twisted around what I say
And the courage that I threw away
I don't have it now, I don't have it now
I don't have it now, I don't have it now

I don't have it now, I don't have it now
I don't have it now, I don't have it now