i’ll tell myself that i’m not standing here,convince myself that i’m standing somewhere elsewhere we can make believe all of our friends from enemies,where we can make believe it all.but now you’re not making any sensepay attention to yourselfand now you’re not helping anythingpay attention to yourselfit’s not an opinion, it’s a bad idea.count me out and take the blame for yourselfchances are that the chances don’t look too good right now._____ shadows stand beside themselvesand the outcome never fit the first ideai can’t make heads or tails of your declarations now.someone else’s cigarette is in the ashtraythat sat the full night on our bed.you said, yeah well those scars are on your backyou said where and when ___ along your arms?well that’s not all you said.now you wish that we could be like someone else.and now you’re not changing anything,pay attention to yourself.it’s not an opinion, it’s a waste of breath.count me out and take the blame for yourself.chances are that the chance you’ll stay will look just fine{telling me your bloody knees and two of them were mine?}and the outcome never fit the first idea.can’t make heads or tails of your declarations.and you wake up on a city bench at 5AMno one’s there to walk you home.it’s too cold outside to watch the sun rise. [x3]