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