Stuff your sentences into your boring diary
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get f**in' ready
Bring your appetite and break sobriety
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get f**in' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
Stuff your sentences into your boring diary
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get f**in' ready
Bring your appetite and break sobriety
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get f**in' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
You and I have minutes between
We lie, but we're still listening
It's too soon I know
But I can walk slow
It's a couple blocks away
Stuff your sentences into your boring diary
Stuff your senses into the back of your jeans
Take the controls, grab hold
Get f**in' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
We don't have to try
We can turn bad luck into a bad joke
We don't have to sing
We can turn a bad string into a long dream
We don't have to bleed
We can just repeat when we are alone