The Impulse Theory

Feeling upright and everybody's like you
Oh, can't you see, can't you see anyone?
Can you just make, why can't you tell me the truth?
Oh, where'd you sleep, where'd you sleep last night?

You're a victim, and they say boys will be boys
Well shrug it off, shrug it off my friend
Make them forget just every thought you employed
Oh, can't you see, can't you see the end?

Hate to see a friend in a river and
You could see the end, not even know it but
If you let them in, you can't ignite it
For everyone is dead on the inside

The perfect system, and now they're headed to you
Oh, can you do what you do anyway?
Something's wrong now, but in the eyes of the blue
A perfect world, perfect world is here
Try to sleep now and breathe in all her perfume
Catch a high, catch a high inside
Tomorrow's all day, and yesterday isn't news
It's all the same, all the same old thing

Hate to see a friend in a river and
You could see the end, not even know it but
If you let them in, you can't ignite it
For everyone is dead on the inside

In the woods, there's a man, and he's waiting for a girl
She's all alone away from home, with nobody else to curl
And there he stood, upon a rock looking down into her eyes
She tried to run, but the sun made it clear to his demise

Hate to see a friend in a river and
You could see the end, not even know it but
If you let them in, you can't ignite it
For everyone is dead on the inside

Hate to see a friend in a river and
You could see the end, not even know it but
If you let them in, you can't ignite it
For everyone is dead on the inside



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Linder
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