Last Word Inn Video (MV)

Sure get mad, stomp your feet,
Why don't you break a couple things off,
All because I had enough and let it slip
I wanted to leave,
But hold that thought,
Don't you say what you were about to say to me,
Because I already know what you were thinking
So what's the use in elevating this whole motherf*cking situation
Into something that's eventually going to be
So captivating,
Because we get so comfortable relying on the little things that could potentially go wrong
Maybe it's not the conversation,
Just the words that you were saying,
Making me believe that you're portraying yourself in a way to make me recognize that you need some help
But I'm not really interested in taking a walk down memory lane,
Pretending that I was your Superman,
More like David Blaine getting choked up by the thoughts about what happened in the past,
Every day I find them floating inside of an hour glass
That I just wasted my time trying to flip and fix whatever it was wrong with me

So day by day I get better,
With all of these f*cking drugs,
Trying to find a silver lining out here,
But instead I'm just being confined by the way that you and I define,
Who I am as if you're not standing over there,
Just soaking in all of the sounds from the waves crashing down,
Like a catastrophe,
So again I'm not trying to be to honest just because I get the Last Word In,
I get the Last Word Inn

Oh sure, that's what I was hoping you'd say,
Especially since I haven't fightin' back the thoughts in my head
Just to protect you and maybe to protect myself,
Just a little bit before we get ahead of ourselves
And then we jump to conclusions,
Now you're thinking that it was just an illusion,
And everything I said it was just too confusing,
But god damn,
How many more times can I find myself,
Waiting in the back of my own mind,
Carefully reading through the lines,
That tomorrow everything will all be fine,
But We'll go back to hiding behind the little white lies,
Reflecting off the color held by each one of our eyes,
But at least we get to hold off on throwing a coin inside of a well,
Making a wish that one day we won't have to be holding ourselves,
Together with an empty bottle of glue,
Wondering if by tomorrow I will have the strength to forget,
What ever it is that drew us to the conclusion I'd be better off with out you,
But thats just using that you would even think that thought,
Cause I don't even remember if it was my fault or not

So day by day I get better, with all of these f*cking drugs,
Trying to find a silver lining out here,
But Instead I'm just being confined by the way that you and I define,
Who I am as if you're not standing over there,
Just soaking in all of the sounds of the waves crashing down,
Like a catastrophe,
So again I'm not trying to be to honest just because,
I get the Last Word In, I get the Last Word In