My head is a perilous thing
It aches like a fever
A friend to deceiver
Set a course to count my sin
You can't fight the cycle
You won't let me win
And I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realize
No one's getting out of here alive
My heart is a ponderous whim
Bled out
Desire
Eroding in fear
Set a course to count my sin
You can't fight the cycle
You won't let me win
And I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realize
No one's getting out of here alive
And I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realize
Those are your words
I'll write along with him
And I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call I made you tongue-tied
And the call I made you tongue-tied

Don't tell your mother







You're back home, you're not ready
If you wanted change, you should have asked for it
And I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call that made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realize
No one's getting out of here alive
And I'm sorry for the misfire
And the call that made you tongue-tied
And the loss that made you realize
No one's getting out of here alive
And I'm sorry for the misfire