If you could feel your legs falling out
Then you might find the strength to stand your ground
Then you'd be close to them
Then you'd be be close to God but you know you're not
If you could make a fist you could punch
If you could fly your faith you could jump
Born insecurity, fear at most everything
And anyone you can be
We could have been dull Kristina
We could have been sane
It isn't just death, drugs and lost love
These honors leave stains
So just let the freaks of failure sing obvious songs
The B side is real and it plays on
Hey Kristina, are you sleeping in?
I'm leaving you another long message
Interstate ten, I lost my voice again
The game is fixed
Seems like I've been eighty-sixed
But your life is one, zero, zero, one and analog faith
But even if you lay witness, too little, too late
Because your life is like a B-side
It's odder than A
The B-side is real
The B-side's on [repeat]
