Mousy
These are the times where words become defined as reckless and dangerous.
These are the times where it would be better to keep your mouth shut, and under lock and key.
Then again bring the locky and key, bring in the cover up of reality.
Just like scirbbling over previous notes,
mark it out and pretened it was never there,
but you still know.
Even the best of white out won't cover up reality.
Spoken or not you still thought the thought.
What good are zipped lips?
That paranoid filter prevents any slip of tounge.
Paranoid prevention,
no lock or key needed,
this takes care of it for me.
No key to break the paranoia aside from breaking the ice,
but ice caps aren't easily melted.
I've got a lot to say but I lack the ability,
and your eyes say it all;
You're in the same prediciment as me.
Seventeen and feeling not so brave,
inhibitions took over my body.
Worry, worry, think, think.
I couldn't agree more with Mr. Lazzara, 'I'm ready to hear you say who I am is quite enough.'
From the look in your eyes,
you're waiting to hear the saem from me, so here it is.
I've had enough, I've seen enough,
let's hide out in the past when there wasn't such a thing as tact.
Nostalgic for the days when I would say anything, do anything.
With age comes education, with age comes tact.
Yes I see your point Mr. Gaskarth, I am, as well, 'over getting old.'
Going nowhere fast and gotta get moving,
crushes can't live on credit after all,
you gotta have the money to make the payment.
I don't got the cash,
from the looks you're broke too.
I've never been one for rejection,
that same fear gets in your way.
Happy mediums aren't existing in any aspect so now we're left to run back and forth between lacking and holding all the confidence.
Scratch it out and pretend it didn't exist,
but you wrote the note,
the thought was thought.
Facing the reality seems to be the issue.
Does living in a dream world to keep your ego safe soften any of the blows of the real world?
These are the times where it would be better to keep your mouth shut, and under lock and key.
Then again bring the locky and key, bring in the cover up of reality.
Just like scirbbling over previous notes,
mark it out and pretened it was never there,
but you still know.
Even the best of white out won't cover up reality.
Spoken or not you still thought the thought.
What good are zipped lips?
That paranoid filter prevents any slip of tounge.
Paranoid prevention,
no lock or key needed,
this takes care of it for me.
No key to break the paranoia aside from breaking the ice,
but ice caps aren't easily melted.
I've got a lot to say but I lack the ability,
and your eyes say it all;
You're in the same prediciment as me.
Seventeen and feeling not so brave,
inhibitions took over my body.
Worry, worry, think, think.
I couldn't agree more with Mr. Lazzara, 'I'm ready to hear you say who I am is quite enough.'
From the look in your eyes,
you're waiting to hear the saem from me, so here it is.
I've had enough, I've seen enough,
let's hide out in the past when there wasn't such a thing as tact.
Nostalgic for the days when I would say anything, do anything.
With age comes education, with age comes tact.
Yes I see your point Mr. Gaskarth, I am, as well, 'over getting old.'
Going nowhere fast and gotta get moving,
crushes can't live on credit after all,
you gotta have the money to make the payment.
I don't got the cash,
from the looks you're broke too.
I've never been one for rejection,
that same fear gets in your way.
Happy mediums aren't existing in any aspect so now we're left to run back and forth between lacking and holding all the confidence.
Scratch it out and pretend it didn't exist,
but you wrote the note,
the thought was thought.
Facing the reality seems to be the issue.
Does living in a dream world to keep your ego safe soften any of the blows of the real world?