Crackout Last In Line
Pull me up again
I don't wanna know
Nothing's ever real
I'm inside out and all to go
Shut me up the same
Got nowhere to go
Nothing left to feel
I'm gonna get a better home
Too late
Wait my turn
I'm gonna watch you burn
Into myself she pulls my hair
I can't let go or go elsewhere
Too nice to like I tell a lie
In to myself I'm last in line
Nothing for a friend
Falling out of life
Something to believe
I'm tripping out and out of time
Crippling to bent
Nothing else is true
Facing what I sent
I'm gonna get the best of you
