tailspin

[lane]
I got the best seat in the house
And you've been dying to try it on
So weeks turn into months and the blood dries up
I'm watching tv and you're up and gone

I want a house with a picket fence
So i can yell at the neighbor's kids
So months turn into years and the scars disappear
I'll box all my thoughts up and shut the lid

And i hope your car tailspins on it's way home
I'm chasing the high of skipping your funeral
So when old cuts open up and the tears start to fall
I'll put a band-aid on it but still fall comatose

[vai]
(still fall) and i’ll still fall
Graze my old wounds
I can't help but feel the sting when i—
Those were the best days of my life
Those were the worst days of my life

Don’t you know me?
It’s worth it