6/8

You live in a world I cannot believe You create a world I don't wanna see And your forest's a stand of dead trees Lost in the night Did you ever think you'd live down the past? You just wanna tie yourself to the mast All your nightmares have come true at last At least in your mind Learn to swim in rushing rivers Breaking on the shore Make your peace with broken streets Your face turned towards the storm This shitty guitar needs some personality This shitty song needs some personality Your hollow accusations no one ever hears Your wounded senses of pride, a guilty souvenir All your protests and vacant excuses ring insincere (This song needs some fucking personality) I just wanna find a car to overturn I just wanna light a fire to watch it burn Now we're past the point of no return And no one is here Learn to swim in rushing rivers Breaking on the shore Make your peace with broken streets Your face turned towards the storm This song needs some fucking personality Some fucking personality Some fucking personality What happened to personality You are afraid Uneducated on where this will lead Going on for far too long We're sorry for the greed We'll leave us in pieces and places War-torn and wronged In between whispers and screams You permeate my soul Lost between nightmares and dreams You decimate this home Learn to swim in rushing rivers Breaking on the shore Make your peace with broken streets Your face turned towards the storm How do I look? Disappointing How about I disappoint them more? I am a disappointment How about I disappoint them more? --- 6/8 - blink-182