I guess I'll pass
I've gotten no where and it isn't so bad
I'm sitting mixing the shades of grey
While taking shots at your unmarked shame
I'm calling quits at seventeen
And turning on all the lights to see
I'm the Sun, I'm the fire
I'm an honest man but you call me a liar
But I'm still washing your paint from the walls
I'll kill off the hours with the silence of phone calls
I'm calling quits at seventeen
And turning on all the lights to see
The other side that's got the best of me
