gossip is for children and gospel is for saints so where does that leave me the one who always runs away something isn t right deep inside my brain cause you bask in the light but i m stuck in the pain such a lonely squid always spitting ink behind the barricade is where your heart was hid you didn t want me back until you burried it so i live underground until you let me in and we melt and we melt and we melt so while swimming here a rough current hit but then your arms got tired and you let me sink what a crooked way through my crooked teeth love your cigarette it keeps burning me and i melt and it s strange how it goes from your head down to your toes you watched a poor boy overdose on being hurt and bravado i m not changing our time s just wasted i ll never fake it but all i know is you were better off before me