When the smoke clears
Try not to stare into the light
But, also, don't stay in the dark as if that's what life is like
It's just a series of unfortunate events
But the messages we get are more important than death
What's the rush?
I've got a shortness of breath
What's the rush?
Running from you, running from me..
Thehe rush, the crush, the lust, the love-trust
So what's the trouble? The busted bubble? The unjust?
That's just the way the cookie crumbles.
It does suck.
Suck it up.
We're all looking, but nothings enough
We used each other as a crutch.
The clutch, the shift switches.
You couldn't just adjust.
You combusted and ripped pictures.
This is why I'm not considered a saint?
Well, guess what...?
I ain't
