Stuff your sentences Into your boring diary Stuff your senses Into the back of your jeans Take the controls Grab hold Get f**in' ready Bring your appetite And break sobriety Stuff your senses Into the back of your jeans Take the controls Grab hold Get f**in' ready Brace and break Be quiet Stuff your sentences Into your boring diary Stuff your senses Into the back of your jeans Take the controls Grab hold Get f**in' ready Bring your appetite And break sobriety Stuff your senses Into the back of your jeans Take the controls Grab hold
Get f**in' ready Brace and break Be quiet You and I Have minutes between we lie But we're still listening It's too soon I know But I can walk slow It's a couple blocks away Stuff your sentences Into your boring diary Stuff your senses Into the back of your jeans Take the controls Grab hold Get f**in' ready Brace and break Be quiet We don't have to try We can turn bad luck into a bad joke We don't have to sing We can turn a bad string into a long dream We don't have to bleed We can just repeat when we are alone