The Truth
Pistols At Dawn
Every morning I wake up I'm fading
Away from the light
Sometimes it’s hard but believe me
I'm here for the ride
Better break me off something
Better break me off something
Before this gets too far
Better think of something
Better think of something
I know you
You better than you think
You know yourself
The truth is you're a mess
Painting with a Phillips head
It never works
Punching holes again my friend
You’ve hung yourself
With razors in your hands
Late at night, I'm dreaming
Of how to get by
My mind is tired, won't stop running
Running out of time
Better break me off something
Better break me off something
Before this gets too far
Better tell me something
Better tell me something
I know you
You better than you think
You know yourself
The truth is you're a mess
Painting with a Phillips head
It never works
Punching holes again my friend
You've hung yourself
With razors in your hands
I know you
You better than you think
You know yourself
The truth is you're a mess
Painting with a Phillips head
It never works
Punching holes again my friend
You've hung yourself
With razors in your hands