She said she'd give me some kinda sign

I guess she did I'm happy she's still alive

Mother said respect that decision

I guess I do I don't well I'm still here and I'm still itching



They lined him up then they lined him up just to see him

I just don't see the point he ain't here and he ain't breathing

Can't stand up well hell you know I could

They lost it all but to me what good is



Hindsight it's still stinging



If you say you will how can I know you won't

I just can't wait around till everything I know

Is gone - let em up get myself out of storage

That fires burning blood blue but singing orange



Clocking time slim chance is all you need

In living dying trying to find a life with guarantees

To know what it's like to stand up and walk away

To know what it's like to see someone else lose everything