Texty:
Blame The City This Room Has Three Walls

my skin has been shaking, or maybe it's your heart that's quaking. my exit's coming up, just let me off at the next stop, i can't take this journey

especially me. You knew full well that the party died when you walked out that door. You said "I'm not ready for all of this", I said "babe, you already chose this

place another time. Complications, they're all mine. With curtains closing, step by step we fall one at a time. If this is what you want, if this is

words because nothing that I say will reach as high as the birds We talked all night and shared our lives through the cold I sat outside with my back against a wall

breath, breathing deep to soon forget distant lights fade in and out ticking clocks,a soundless sound I'm fading to the shadows of this town there

Words can't express the outcome of this fucking mess. Words can't express anything when your lungs don't work. This place is a wreck and you know it

right after the other. Well, this one night before the show we are in a hotel Cicero, the three of us, sittin' up in a hotel room, boozin' and havin