Gold Letra

that wont stay in turn

just keeps on spinning me around

asking how much do i love the sound

of discontent

it's written on these cigarettes



every night they crawl up from under my bed

and promise me

every thing will be just fine

if i swallow that fist full of pills



i'm caught up in this room of mine

i can't seem to fine one picture i like

oh they all scream the same thing

just replicas of who i thought i was

or who i am going to be

some pre-adult adolescent

learning to sing himself to sleep

so he wont think



stand back and look at

the marks i made today

they're so straight

and organized

perfectly carved onto my arms

cut with close percision

to pretty to be called reasons

they are just excuses

and they are just as useless as

i am to the voices that shout in my house

maybe i should listen to them

after all

they're the ones that pulled me out

i'm the one night after night

whispering

help



i'm caught up in this room tonight

i can't seem to find one reason why

i'm so stupid and clueless

and used to the music

that makes up my life

oh if i could find the time

to tell someone i'm bleeding from the inside

and can't get myself back out



you might think i'm making all this up

but to tell you the truth

i really wish i was

i really wish i was

making this up



imagine if you can

a voice so lost he doesn't know which way to turn

the left and the right get mixed up in the absence

of sunlight

just keeps fucking him up

he's got the long range advantage

act happy and never let them

see your fists

they won't know you'll do it

and you've got the pills

to prove it



i'm caught up in this life of mine

i can't seem to find one reason why

i should try and stay alive

in fear that i might find

someone whos bodies just as warm as mine

but this bottle looks bigger

and better than ever

all thats left to do

is swallow whats inside