Come and plant some daisies,
I'll push up all the seeds.
It seems that everything I do I regret
Will my friends still bury me?
I guess I'm trying to be different.
When we all die the same.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame
Never goes away. (x2)
We're mixed and honed projections,
Reflections we emulate.
I feel like all of the words I try to sing
Just sound contrived and lame.
I guess I'm trying to be different.
When we all die the same.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame.
Am I meant to dissipate?
Should I bend before I break?
Am I looking for an empty truth that never goes away?
Do we suffer all the same?
Do you think I'm f*cking fake?
Are you looking for an empty truth that never goes away? (x2)
I guess I'm trying to be different.
When we all die the same.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame.
I'm just so tired of forgiveness.
I'd rather fan every flame.
I figure I need a crutch that I can blame
Never goes away. (x4)