Philosopher King – Dance Gavin Dance – letras

Dry crossen up the holy five hateYour cousin is my hobby free throwI’d toss my calling cardBut I’d to hateTo make a baby feel slow, nope broThere’s lots of answers to shitLike the numbingThat you feel is real, then pain growsYou »ll get for what you askedPatience is the lane I mate with case closedIf I fall will you be there to catch me nowCatch me now orIf I fall will you be thereTo show me howShow me how I’ve fallenAll cranky in a blanket with a lazy eyeSame pidgeon that was shittingOn the other guyWhy yo fitness need a witnessI too can cook a bunch of little mealsFriend, make my lifeI picked em up and clipped their hypeIts was tamest typeThe little bitch couldn’t listenI flipped it up and twisted nightInto a padded white room, bitch named kristenI will run laps around you around youGo on try, tug me back to you, but I’ll flyGuess they were rightNo way to drag your bodyAnd make up the timeSo I’ll focus on mineNot gonna hold me downI’m leaving you behindWon’t say that you’re betterWon’t sell you a better lieWon’t tell you etceteraWon’t say that you’re doing fineIf your life never turns aroundAnd if you should die tomorrowOr the week after nextI know that I will be safe and soundI won’t be there cleaning up all the messI felt my body cravingThe oxygen from ancient wasteland achingI wanna be the man with the baconMake a light reveal the only stake inFakenessFucked