Tekster: Bayside. I Can't Go On.
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
Fears, one by one followed me home and became reality
I'm a failure, I'm a freak
I'm a chip on your shoulder, the last thing you need
Shudder earthquakes at the thought of life that's meaningless
And with such a promising past
But you can always count on me to choke in the end
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face
Well, honestly I'm taking big strides in a race towards normalcy
Where more is more and less is weak
Where love is crap, emotion speaks for us all
What's really right, who's who to say I can survive alone again
Figured that out the hardest way
The forecast calls for fire, the flames sound nice today
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face
It's old and worn and it's mouth smiles no more
Now I'm worth my weight in potting soil
Maybe I try too hard to care
I left your note on your bed, I don't recall it saying
Something like how I'm completely miserable
And I'm better off dead
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face
It's old and worn and it's mouth smiles no more
Well, I'm worth my weight in potting soil
Maybe I try to hard to care
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I can't go on
Fears, one by one followed me home and became reality
I'm a failure, I'm a freak
I'm a chip on your shoulder, the last thing you need
Shudder earthquakes at the thought of life that's meaningless
And with such a promising past
But you can always count on me to choke in the end
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face
Well, honestly I'm taking big strides in a race towards normalcy
Where more is more and less is weak
Where love is crap, emotion speaks for us all
What's really right, who's who to say I can survive alone again
Figured that out the hardest way
The forecast calls for fire, the flames sound nice today
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face
It's old and worn and it's mouth smiles no more
Now I'm worth my weight in potting soil
Maybe I try too hard to care
I left your note on your bed, I don't recall it saying
Something like how I'm completely miserable
And I'm better off dead
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I'll be gone long before daylight shows its face
It's old and worn and it's mouth smiles no more
Well, I'm worth my weight in potting soil
Maybe I try to hard to care
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I can't go on, deflate the air from both of my lungs
I can't go on
Bayside
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