Testo
Walking backwards is a newfound superstition
We're tripping over every side of living
I might as well still try and save another life tonight
But I know this road, somehow swarming yet alone
We're both so see through
I'll denounce the shitty side of living till this runs out
I'll still try to maintain another life
I still try
If honesty coincides with all the words exchanged then who's to say we didn't shoot straight?
It's too long for me, an inchoate feeling all too familiar
It's too long to be another night alone
It's what I'm thinking all along
But I'm too gone to see anything but me in here
If honesty would coincide with all the things I feel tonight
But changing them won't make it right
I swear I want to make it right