Texty: Fall of Troy, The. Nature Vs. Nurture.

And it begins, I toss and turn
But things can't be much worse.
Hurry up and wait, its got me movin' in sync
Just by you, and the loaded things we sing.

You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.
You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.

The siren sings, to pull you in,
As things are wearing thin.
The time it takes, before the rain,
Let me introduce myself, my name is Fate.

You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.
You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.

You gotta take you're time with things like these,
I'll bet you wanted someone to ask her out on a date
For things that dont exist, They just dont make sense.
So much re(something, help.)


April 5th, I arise with chapped lips
And the babbling nonsense over the TV's dull hiss
The events of April 4th align just a little more
Than the infatuated roar of the kids across the street
Though they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worry
With a friend of a friend who at a bar last night told me that they loved me
But it must've been the Bacardi
Some things seem too good to me.