Album Name : Making Plans
Release Date : 2012-07-02
Song Duration : 2:53
Pacer Flutters
Flutters and I feel stupid again,
tell me you didn’t know what was on the next page.
You self flagellate, while you procrastinate.
Not get easier, not getting easier.
Think about where your eyes wander because,
wondering eyes, wandering eyes.
Are gonna lead to bad memories
Making new scars over old surgeries.
Show me your cuts, show me your bruises.
You act the way that your heart chooses.
Show me your cuts, show me your bruises.
You act the way that your heart chooses.
Who needs self destruction when you are falling apart?
Got nihilism down to a fine art.
Guts on the floor, I just exploded.
A broken heart my sleeve?
Yeah you know it.
Can’t hold this tongue no more I’m gonna swallow it,
Or maybe cut it off and let you borrow it.
Use it to seal the package of the last 6 years.
Here’s to the next 6 with a few less tears.
And I’m stuck, wondering why it still feel’s the same
and yet I want it to die. And I’m repeating a second-
hand question
or crippling myself trying to learn the same lesson.
I never say what I think
I keep things to myself, a big mouth never treated me
well.
And all the worst things that I can be,
they spill out and get the best of me.
Flutters and I feel stupid again,
tell me you didn’t know what was on the next page.
You self flagellate, while you procrastinate.
Not get easier, not getting easier.
Think about where your eyes wander because,
wandering eyes, wandering eyes.
Are gonna lead to bad memories
Making new scars over old surgeries.
Who needs self destruction when you are falling apart?
Got nihilism down to a fine art.
Guts on the floor, I just exploded.
A broken heart my sleeve?
Yeah you know it.
Can’t hold this tongue no more I’m gonna swallow it,
Or maybe cut it off and let you borrow it.
And as I kick and as I curse
I guess I’m still here for what that’s worth
