Definitions are circumstantial, like courtroom evidence

Your red is not my red, Your red is not my red

Well I'd never jump ship, this boat is surely sinking
you don't like my words
I'll carry them someplace else

Without an anchor, your left with empty hands
clawing at sand
We are the undercurrent, of our age, just like the rip tide
We'll suck you, we'll suck you in

Your red is not my red, Your red is not my red
Oh!

Today the paper read another teenager found dead
Laying face down a syringe screaming, the unsaid!

Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!

Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!

Without an anchor, your left with empty hands
clawing at sand
We are the undercurrent, of our age
Just like the rip tide, we'll suck you, we'll suck you in

Whats the point in lying? When the truth is this fun
Well if you dont like my words, I'll carry them someplace else
I'll carry them someplace else, I'll carry them someplace else
I'll carry them someplace else
well I'll carry them someplace, someplace else