I want to fill you throat with razorblades,
lets let ourselves get swept away, in our time (in our time).
Want to kill the moment that crowds us,
let keep on driving.

And I'm so,
I'm so tired of trying
is seems so useless afterall
and when the phone rings
I disconnect and its not my fault.

And I'll be they boy bruised and bleeding and
I'll be here waiting for you again,
and if you never I'll be dead on your front porch.

Safely we'll watch the world crash down around us,
this life is based on beliefs and trust
you've turned me away with your lies...
what is this feeling between laughing and crying?