Beads on the window where water streams from.
Angels cry the silent harmony of shame,
In your game of saving you push over, give in and pawn off.
I bottle up my emotions and drink it on the daily.
As i sit here and observe the way you got no sleep, i wonder how long you guys will be around-i wish i could forever keep.
Cant get enough of nothing, it seems i always come up short.
The memories we make taste so bitter sweet.
Wish i could crack my head on your dashboard and spill my thoughts into your lap.
I take my ballpoint shotgun and blow your mind, coming back from my vacation has opened up my time,
So do you mind if we just sit and talk about the grass and the trees for a little while.