you would know, wouldn't you?
you extend your hand to those who suffer
to those who know what it really feels like
to those who've had a taste
like that means something
and oh so sick I am

if you love me
keep it to yourself

last night i took my sharpest blade,
and i cut my tent another five inch slit
to make sure I get away

and when our weary heads
hit our sleeping bags
the brutal honesty
can tend to spill out, and me
i'd like to whisk you all away
whisk you all away
with my terrible mind

lately, we've been makin' out a lot
not talkin' 'bout the stuff that's at the very heart of things
do you want children? do you wanna marry me?
do you wanna run marathons in long beach by the sea?
i've got things to do, like nothing at all
i wanna do them with you

and you're driven like the snow
pure in heart
driven together