Stopped keeping score Like you keep score It finally does not mean shit to me anymore I crumple it up Throw it away It's just a way to keep track of how well my hands are played
What I want I've always found a way to have Got past "no" a long fucking time ago The only thing that I can't buy more of is time How could I believe that the hour glass would ever get this thin?
I never listened I should have listened But I will fill what is left of my days With the the things that I love the most What I hate gets pushed to the side of my plate When I ride you know that those trumpets play
I've never known a bliss like this
I'll burn this whole place down Roll right out of this fucking town Before I become the things that I despise