Stuff your sentences
Into your boring diary
Stuff your senses
Into the back of your jeans
Take the controls
Grab hold
Get f*ckin' ready
Bring your appetite
And break sobriety
Stuff your senses
Into the back of your jeans
Take the controls
Grab hold
Get f*ckin' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
Stuff your sentences
Into your boring diary
Stuff your senses
Into the back of your jeans
Take the controls
Grab hold
Get f*ckin' ready
Bring your appetite
And break sobriety
Stuff your senses
Into the back of your jeans
Take the controls
Grab hold
Get f*ckin' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
You and I
Have minutes between we lie
But we're still listening
It's too soon
I know
But I can walk slow
It's a couple blocks away
Stuff your sentences
Into your boring diary
Stuff your senses
Into the back of your jeans
Take the controls
Grab hold
Get f*ckin' ready
Brace and break
Be quiet
We don't have to try
We can turn bad luck into a bad joke
We don't have to sing
We can turn a bad string into a long dream
We don't have to bleed
We can just repeat when we are alone