Against My Better Judgement

with starving appetites for arguments you remind me of a secret i was never supposed to tell. the time is up the verdicts in. everybody's right everybody wins. didn't you know you were a saint. what a shameful fall from grace. but i'll catch you. everybody's waiting for that something they can hold on to while tripping over our own words to self-dug graves. for an excuse to fall cause every failure's just as sweet as the last. the time is up the verdicts in everybody's waiting for that something they can hold on to while tripping over our own words to self-dug graves for an excuse to fall cause every failure's just as sweet as the last. as a dream comes when there are many cares so the speech of a fool when there are many words the sun it misses summer in winter. didn't you know we wear the same the same pretentious name lets trade for awhile i'm so curious.