In a dead mall parking lot, down on our knees,
a yellow newspaper blows by in the breeze.
You said that when we bleed, it moves the sheets.
Well we got here, now... so what do you think?
I fix my hair with my reflection in the window across the street
Because I slept at your place last night and left for work in a hurry.
You've got to be careful not to get involved with me.
There are a thousand hands tied behind this back.
The magnitude of our perfect failure,
The hope that made the cut run deeper,
The overwhelming sense that we can't stop ourselves...
The magnitude of our perfect failure,
The hope that made the cut run deeper,
The overwhelming sense that we can't stop ourselves...
The magnitude of our perfect failure,
The hope that made the cut run deeper,
The overwhelming sense that we can't stop ourselves...
The magnitude of our perfect failure,
The hope that made the cut run deeper,
The overwhelming sense that we can't stop ourselves...
The magnitude of our perfect failure,
The hope that made the cut run deeper,
The overwhelming sense that we can't stop ourselves...
The magnitude of our perfect failure,
The hope that made the cut run deeper,
The overwhelming sense that we can't stop ourselves...
credits
from Peak Hour Color,
released July 31, 2015
Written by Fricchione/Garrison/Stapleton
