album: From Under The Cork Tree Limited BCaU Editon (2006)
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Spent most of last night,
Dragging this lake,
For the corpses of all my past mistakes.
Sell me out, the joke's on you.
We are salt and you are the wound.

Empty another bottle,
And let me tear you to pieces.
This is me wishing you into the worst situations.
I'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go,
But you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.

Whoa. Whoa. Oooh. Whoa. Whoa.

Your remorse hasn't fallen on deaf ears,
Rather ones that just don't care.
'Cause I know,
That you're in between arms somewhere.
Next to heartbeats where you shouldn't be asleep.
Now I'll teach you a lesson for keeping secrets from me.

Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh, once in a while.

Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh, once in a while.

And did you hear the news?
I could dissect you and gut you on this stage.
Not as eloquent as I may have imagined,
But it will get the job done.
And you're done.

Every line is plotted and designed,
To leave you standing on your bedroom window's ledge.
And everyone else that it hits,
That it gets to,
Is nothing more than collateral damage.

Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh, once in a while.

Take your taste back,
Peel back your skin,
And try to forget how it feels inside.
You should try saying no once in a while.
Oh, once in a while.

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