Emo Scene Community

Now soon enough, Someones gonna come along, Could be your neighbor, Could be your husband, Could be your wife, Hell, could be your best friend. They're gonna come along and put a stick in your spokes, And when they do, I want you to thank them, Cause is it so bad when you're airborne, That the only thing going through that little head of yours Is hitting the ground. SADDLE UP! Hand to heart and hand to head, His gritting teeth cry tears of infared, He got trapped in the white noise, All I hear is static in his voice When he's singing, up at the moon Cause you'll degrade You're imagining things, your pretend machine has sticks in it's every spoke. You're inventing it all, from thin air and close calls, Welcome to the balancing act Your rabbits foot is here and out And I drag piano sized foot to the ground. When he dialed 911, Busy signals sang familiar songs When he's singing, up at the moon Cause you'll degrade You're imagining things, your pretend machine has sticks in it's every spoke. You're inventing it all, from thin air and close calls If we bought the stock we'd be broke You taught us to crawl Put us through the speach If I'm a lead anchor Then you're comin' with me And on the way down You'll sleep with the fish As you roll into the blue We can both reminisce And you better run, Or learn how to talk, Cause you're coming with me And all the way down, You sleep with a gun, You're comin with me.