Life ON Paper
I believe in broken strings
And vocal chords scarred from uttering
Words I scream when I'm alone
Arguing with this microphone
I believe in paper dolls
Burning in these shopping malls
Torch them with the words I scream
'Cause they don't mean a fucking thing
My Life is nothing more
Than a few bad lines spread across my floor
And I'll try and try over again
But I'll never make sense of them
I feel like a liquor fit
On my knees and I still won't quit
Feeling like it's all I got
I could kill myself with ONE MORE SHOT
I feel like a cigarette
Short lived and cancerous
Light me up and suck me in 'cause
Neither of us will ever win
It's nothing more
Than a few bad lines spread across my floor
And I'll try and try over again
But I'll never make sense of them
My Life is nothing more
Than a few bad lines spread across my floor
And I'll try and try over again
But I'll never make sense of them
No I'll never make sense...
