In Pa**ing - Seven One Seven lyrics

So hold on its more than I can take Can't save you everyday It can't always be your way (I can't right your mistakes) There is a box and it remains unopened You have two fears fingers crossed And you're hoping that you won't be that ordinary That it won't be long There is a paper in your pocket You that was chosen by the guilty With gavels they have spoken And there's a stutter in your step That won't let you forget We'll take this to our graves That's all that I can say There's comfort in the quiet scene Providing lines to read between And these hallowed halls and postered covered walls Aren't enough for you to see what I mean We'll take this to our grave, there's little left to say It would be fatal anyway, it really is that simple