Paroles de A Typical Exit

Hold on, just let me focus. This work is taking up all my time And I can't think, meaning I can't be Looking forward to bigger things. Now hold on, I think I've got it Two hours left and the time's dividing And I can't think, meaning I can't be Looking forward to bigger things. Sum my life into a car wreck. I've figured it out in other retrospects. My body's numb and these bones are cracked. Paint me in a picture of a heart attack. I've got eighteen years under my belt And there's something I can't figure out. I'm in a plane. Destination: Atlantic for the summer. Right to the bottom of the deep blue sea. You're a burden to my new shoes. The gun machine's wondering what to choose. Heroes are fake, they don't give you hope. We're going to keep on living until we go for broke.