Incubus misc....and in this moment I am happy...happy
I don't want to talk to you anymore
I'm afraid of what I might say
Blood on the ground
You could see me reaching
So why couldn't you have met me half way?
You could see me bleeding
And you would not put pressure on the wound
Mexico
What's so wrong with
Being happy?
Warning
There's something about the look in your eyes
Something I noticed when the light was just right
It reminded me twice that I was alive
And it reminded me that you're so worth the fight
Echo
I know I'll see you again whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.
I miss you
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
Pardon me
There is a fist pressing against anyone who thinks something compelling.
OUt from under