Testo di 'Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire Part. 2' di Dance Gavin Dance

Somebody did try to follow you home.
That's not the way, just let it flow.
Right across the street, in the parking lot,
The tree is dead, the front door is locked.
There are moments I pray, that fence would crumble . . .
Grabbed us by the throat, did I choke and stumble?
This will never work, this will never work.
Check my pulse as I swallow dirt.

I'm cutting myself with my own morals,
I never meant to write about you (never meant to write about you)
The one contact that I loved so much,
But passing my own heart,
What could possibly be within?

Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
[Your actions, {?}.]
Oh, oh, the dullness of existence.
[Your actions,{?}]

And I have no sympathy for this, he needs somebody else to leech off of ('body else to leech off of),
The one contact that I loved so much,
But passing my own heart . . .
What could possibly be within?

Do you think about your actions?
Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?
[Your actions, {?}]
Oh, oh, the dullness of existence!
[Your actions, {?}]

Grabbed us by the throat, hand me the antidote, it's fucking mind over matter.

My contacts are rested in manifest in ways you can't forget.

[If you're gonna wear the uniform;
you better sell the cookies.
Don't come to my house asking for a handout.
If you're gonna wear the uniform;
sell the fucking cookies.
Don't come to my house.]