Peter Bjorn & John Firing Blanks
Assume I had a chance to clear things out alone
But ticks I used to know were laying under earth
My last surviving hope hade bidden me goodbye
How loud I ever made that noise, how much it ever hurt
Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
For and hour every day, my mouth is overfilled
With better things to say that I threw in your face
Forget that battered truth, I made it up myself
How hard it might have been, your defence was a waste
Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
Do understand, I'm just firing blanks
