ghost man on third// Jynx me something crazy Thinking if it's three then I'm as smooth as the skin rolls across the small of your back. It's too bad it's not my style If you need me I'm out and on the parkway, patient and waiting for headlights, dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the inconsistencies of my moods. It's times like these, where silence means everything. And no one is to know about this. It's a campaign of distraction and revisionist history, oh. It's a shame I don't think that they'll notice. It's a shame I doubt they even care. No one is to know about this. Don't let me down. But whatever I have gettin' myself into lately has been slicing inches from my waist. It's my fist vs. the bottle, (&thank god you weren't there..) And that's how bad could this hurt or against I won't feel a thing (&thank god you weren't there..) I tell you all about it's It's just not working out (..to watch me hit bottom) just not working out This is why we were taught so much better than this. This is what living like this does. //taking back sunday oh, how you've stolen my heart.. ♥