Small Towns Burn A Little Slower The Giver
I hate my need for affirmation and attention
Wish I could begin to blend in with the Scenery
But I'm struggling to find a balanced flow
Between my id and both my egos (who knows?)
So I go in love, hoping that love will fallow
It's truth that's not too hard to swallow
And each new bite either fools or fuels my appetite
[Chorus:]
All I have are these open hands
So feel free to take what you please
For I believe that the giver is also open to receive
X marks the spot I've buried. All my whys underground
Because there's bound to be a carnival of carnage
When the barker decides to bite down
[Chorus]
