Tekster: Dashboard Confessional. Drowning.

And we're drowning you out in boasts of defection
If everything was up to me, I would be gone by the first sign
The first sign of hope, I'd be packed up and out of my way

And time has been spread so thin and it's just hours till the day begins
And the things that are keeping you here are not keeping me here
And the things that are keeping you here will keep me away

And you'll be sorry, isn't that what they'll say?
Don't follow your heart 'cause it just seems to get in your way
And don't ever leave here and mope at your leisure
And straighten out your crease here and truth is in a tall beer

Are you drowning your fears in a glass of deception?
When everything is hazy then everything will be okay
When everything is hazy then you won't be sad that you stayed

And time has been spread so thin and it's just hours till the day begins
And the things that are keeping you here are not keeping me here
And the things that are keeping you here will keep me away

And you'll be sorry, isn't that what they'll say?
Don't follow your heart 'cause it just seems to get in your way.
And don't ever leave here and mope at your leisure
And straighten out your crease here and truth is in a tall beer