Yo u left it.
I sen t it.
I wa nt it back.
Yo u left it.
I sen t it.
I wa nt it back.
I f I had you he re
I'd clip your w ings
Sn ap you up
And leave you spra wling
On my pi n.
Thi s plan of mine
Is O h so very lame.
Ca n't you see
The grass is gre ener
Where it rai ns?
An d you left...
I d ied.
I wen t...
And you cri ed.
Y ou came...
I thi nk.
Bu t I never really know.
No w I've served my ti me.
I 've watched you cli mb
T he wrong incl ine.
But you never really kn ow.
Acc ept it.
D on't let it
Fuck yo u up.
Acc ept it.
D on't let it
Fuck yo u up.
Th is applies equa lly
To you and I...
Th e only thing
We've sha red
Is the same sk y.
The se empty meta phors...
The y're all in vain.
Ca n't you see
The grass is gre ener
Where it rai ns?
An d you left...
I died.
I wen t...
You cried.
Y ou came...
I thi nk.
Bu t I never really kn ow.
No w I've served my ti me.
I 've watched you clim b
T he wro ng...
Yo u left it.
I sen t it.
I want it ba ck.
Yo u never really kn ow.
Ac cept it.
D on't let it
Fuck yo u up.
Yo u never really kno w.
An d you left...
I died.
I wen t...
You cried.
Y ou came...
I thi nk.
Yo u never really kn ow.
I' ve served my ti me.
I 've watched you cli mb
T he wrong incl ine.
Yo u never really kno w.
Yo u never really kno w.
Yo u never really kno w.