Graves

Pick your grave, and keep faith Maybe one of these days we'll find out Lowercase a bitter face There's only so much to say and we're stalling now Stand straight, take aim So you'll eventually break and tomorrow's today Your hand is at bay With all your flattering hate you'll have us falling down Our rounds go on and on We're fighting for another one on one Avoiding decay, oh what a precious display Forget me not when nothing has changed And it's a little insane You rose to catch a bouquet like it was back in the day, Forgetting that Our rounds go on and on We're fighting for another one on one It's getting old It got better when your mood was up Your thoughts come down to help mute The deafening sound Do you hear me now So go find a way to do this on your own So go lie awake debating was it Worth letting go all the highs And the lows you'll never know Can you hear me now? Our rounds go on and on We're fighting for another one on one It's getting old It got better when your mood was up Your thoughts come down to help mute The deafening sound Do you hear me now