Besedila: Your Favorite Franchise. The Hardest Part. All Out Of Excuses.

An eye for an eye
We're not coming home tonight
So don't hold your breath this time

We bend and we break
Turn around just to take
An ounce of mace to my face

And I'm such a mess
With my heart beating harder and harder
In and out of my chest
We've kick started a dream now we're laid to rest
On my bed spread we'll speak of these things over and over
And over there when
Please don't make things any worse than they are then

I'm all out of excuses
Black blue and useless
Gravity wont save me

And when I can't stand
On my own two feet again
Maybe I'm not, I'm not better off dead

And one single note is strung together by the slit
The slit in my throat
Copy cut paste print and lets roll
Lets roll on to a time before
When the skies were so pure and blue
Pause stop play and lets see this through

On to you we'll look back on these days
And remember it was every which way
Back and forth left and right
Up and down side to side
Don't hold your breath
Because this isn't the end of the ride

I'm all out of excuses
Black blue and useless
Gravity wont save me

And when I can't stand
On my own two feet again
Maybe I'm not
I'm not better off dead

I'm all out of excuses
Black blue and useless
Gravity wont save me but maybe you will