Stained gla**
I wish that I could say that it won't last
Idle hands
The devils cup
I would lie but you won't believe
Nostalgia will not k** the best of me
I'm thinking out loud again, shame on me
Let's keep it cool
Let's not complicate it
I never really lost my innocence but
She quickly got rid of me
My answer is still, "no"
Would you give it up
Would you let it go?
All the places that I can hide
Are growing smaller every time
Your sad songs understand all my words are gone
They put my hands to the plow and we move along
Silence is a native word
Balanced upon my tongue where life and d**h occur
Silence will keep your feet planted upon the ground
Simply complicated