Texty: Jawbreaker. Busy.

When all the consoling places
Lose their charm and change their faces
The world becomes too cruel to bear
And something in you starts to tear
When nothing seems to be quite worth it
And sleep becomes the only sure thing
I'm here to help you out of it
Come and see me for a lift
We're all close to the end
Don't you need a friend?
Honor your allegiances
Everyone is drowning in sand
Couldn't you use a hand!
Please don't make a guess
When changes make the world a stranger
No one calls and yout life's in danger
If the money's gone without a trace
And your longing for a familiar face
Cars collide and people die
You begin to shake 'til you start to cry

If disasters only start to multiply
My door is open drop on by
Sad again you're sad again
Hey you're breaking down
Your eyes betray your new smile
When keeping up is killing you
And you need a ruling without a clue
When cool means being dead
And your better thoughts are better left unsaid
If you're sad to see your gun's unloaded
Tried to drown but you only floated
If the world is only getting colder
I'd like to offer you a dry shoulder
Whoah!