Texty: Bottom Line. In And Out Of Luck. Push Me Away.

Push me away, cuz I don't belong here
Without my friends and problems
Admit he's wrong, he's chasin' Tylenol
So what's the risk I don't even exist

I counter all of your measures
In the eyes of a perfect stranger
Keep the promises that will rise and fall

That day will never come
Battled with fate, it won
Turned into melody, my apologies
We all have our days

Just think this chance would be better than the rest
Reasons untold, will tell on themselves
With your secret, a circle never ends
Waiting for the words that I missed

I counter all of your measures
In the eyes of a perfect stranger
Keep the promises that will rise and fall

That day will never come
Battled with fate, it won
Turned into melody, my apologies
We all have our days

When will we finally move on, nothing left for me at all
When will we finally move on, nothing left for me at all