Text: Cadillac Blindside. These Liquid Lungs. Empty Bottle Evening.

"run for your life, you'll never get out in time. why couldn't you stay in line, lived your life just like mine." take some advice, i've heard this a couple times. they're trying to relive their lives, don't let it keep you up at nights. if you could see through the eyes of me, maybe then you'd understand and leave me be. take today and stroll down memory lane. what have you done that gives you the right to say? "wasting your life, can't you do anything right. i've told you a million times, get those dreams out of your mind." take your advice, and try it yourself sometime. nothing will ever make me, be what you want me to be. run for your lives, you'll never get out in time