lyrics
On the lucky chance
that I could win
some opportunity
to get to know something
that's wishing about
getting to know me,
I could say
that this time's different,
though it's not the honest way.
I pledge my senses' safety,
time again,
but times don't ever change.
Kiss me, how dumb of me,
thinking I can go on like this,
crawling from day to day,
always grasping for some kind of aid.
Night owl, high as hell,
what you going to do tomorrow
when this time becomes a fade?
There is no such thing as just a phase.
A simple mistake that you
took for granted here
a hundred times,
instead of working to
improve behavior,
start to save some lives.
Just struggling, if he can do it,
then the celebration voids
all the efforts, and the hours
now disolve in drunken noise.
Kiss me, how dumb of me,
thinking I can go on like this,
crawling from day to day,
always grasping for some kind of aid.
Night owl, high as hell,
what you going to do tomorrow
when this time becomes a fade?
There is no such thing as just a phase.
Kiss me, how dumb of me,
thinking I can go on like this,
crawling from hour to hour,
at this one time,
on this one try...
Night owl, high as hell,
what you going to do tomorrow
when this time becomes a fade?
There is no such thing as just a phase.
Can't cut it any other way.
credits
from
Throw Away Scratch,
released September 21, 2010
Jason Brandt Harris - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Drums
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