Featuring Some of Your Favorite Words
Words don't seem to come so easy
When I need them, oh, so badly
Here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
Maybe I can give this another shot
Or sing about a broken heart
Or imitate the way it feels, if this is happening for real
This distance seems closer when you shove it in my face
This moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
They're torn they have frayed edges
This darn dusty book is bothered by my rusty eye
And I can't see no I can't breathe
Put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper
Capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
Killing time by drawing faces
That stare back at me from the margins
In a sea of eight and a half by elevens, I'm drowning in
Treading through run on sentences
And sinking into empty text
I'll swallow the salt then spit a few dry words out
This distance seems closer when you shove it in my face
This moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
They're torn they have frayed edges
This darn dusty book is bothered by my rusty eye
And I can't see no I can't breathe
Put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper
Capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
No matter what I say, no matter what I write here
I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare
You never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
Words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
No matter what I say, no matter what I write here
I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare
You never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
Words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
Throw this paper into fire and take me with it, just take me with it
Throw this paper into fire, into fire, yeah
Throw this paper into fire, into this fire
Throw this paper into fire and throw me with it, just throw me with it
When I need them, oh, so badly
Here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
Maybe I can give this another shot
Or sing about a broken heart
Or imitate the way it feels, if this is happening for real
This distance seems closer when you shove it in my face
This moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
They're torn they have frayed edges
This darn dusty book is bothered by my rusty eye
And I can't see no I can't breathe
Put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper
Capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
Killing time by drawing faces
That stare back at me from the margins
In a sea of eight and a half by elevens, I'm drowning in
Treading through run on sentences
And sinking into empty text
I'll swallow the salt then spit a few dry words out
This distance seems closer when you shove it in my face
This moment has left me with nothing else to say
I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
They're torn they have frayed edges
This darn dusty book is bothered by my rusty eye
And I can't see no I can't breathe
Put me on the next page outta here to live forever on this paper
Capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
No matter what I say, no matter what I write here
I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare
You never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
Words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
No matter what I say, no matter what I write here
I'm sick of always looking at this page with a blank stare
You never seem to know and they never seem to tell you
Words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
Throw this paper into fire and take me with it, just take me with it
Throw this paper into fire, into fire, yeah
Throw this paper into fire, into this fire
Throw this paper into fire and throw me with it, just throw me with it
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Writer(s): Sonny Moore, Derek Bloom, Matt Good, Jon Weisberg, Travis Richter
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