Just sit here and tell me that I'm doing well. How could I do this to myself? Five minutes out. The last scattered guilty feet of pavement hit pavement. Where's my lock and key? Looks make him the perfect catch. I can hear the water hit the window. A sorrow full of broken glass... like broken points of vision. Sometimes I sit alone with their faces fixed on my booth. How could you take what little I had? How could I want anything more? This water glues my eyes to the table. As if I could get up and leave. Sometimes, the selfish thoughts take the best of us. I'm just the messenger, not the management. Get up and leave! For one night, we sat on the rocks. This was my golden castle. A victim's spire is all that's left while I waste this season away. This season wastes this summer away.
Lyrics submitted by poisonmysoul