Tekst:
Prize Fight The Words Don T Mean Anything

Goodbyes now and goodbyes gone What's been said right here, right now Has already been done This wouldn't be your first mistake, Not this one But who

myself to you So put your judgments on the shelf Tear your defenses down and let me through I'm waiting longer By idly, so patiently I'm growing stronger Into what you don't

it's in. You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins. Got a peaceful feeling, I don't want to fight no more. Got a peaceful feeling, I don't care

take to be right) Gathered thoughts have been building since December It's killing me more than I remember (Remember the time you said, "Words don't mean anything") Misplaced, fallen words