Faith City Fiasco Broke Till Friday
So many bad ideas so many wrong things that I’ve said.
And I refuse to be the one who burns alive with regret.
So hold your tears back while we’re lost at sea
and hold your head up high but don’t waste a prayer on me.
The epitome of melancholy is holding us down so tightly now.
You don’t know what you have until it’s gone,
but I’m a time bomb and baby I’ve been ticking for far too long.
So hold your tears back cause we’re lost at sea
and hold your head up high and just forget about me.
Cause the epitome of melancholy is holding us down so tightly now.
Music, liquor, and weed are therapy for the reckless youth.
Religion lies and guns are weapons for the weak.
The smartest choice that we never made
was to put it down and simply walk away.
Just put it down and walk away…
