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breaking limits is the same as breaking boundaries and i don't care what you say. everyday i'm bewildered by the money signs, money signs, but the blame isn't really worth the pay. i'm dialing, i'm speaking, i'm breathing: and finally, the click. i get out the boom, while pretending to tick. to tick, tick, tick.
now dreams i find nuclear, since i'm living the lie. filling in holes is worth passing the time. but she's always dead, and i wish you'd grow up, and holding out hearts is hard. without ripping them up.
do you know what i mean? are you reading from the text? can you see what we boil down to-- when we're barely done with a moment before dreading the next? we're all ticking time bombs from the moment we're born
[tick, tick....]
and we'd give up our family for exuses to mourn. but i've got my diet coke, my raw sex appeal[?]. i've got my own god, with no reason to kneel. i've got my age, my press on tattoos. my stolen rolled jeans and a lame-ass excuse.
but i get around. and it's easy enough. to live without living and lie without bluff. some change in my pocket never gets to the bank and i'm breaking my back in my old navy tank.
i guess what i'm saying is how soon is enough? before shiny surfaces explode into rough, and our time watch explodes from the worries we hold and our plastic explodes to the metal they sold. and when it all happens, which ones will dance? will we raise our arms up and thank god for this chance? to find out what LIVING is expected to be.
BECAUSE HOW MANY OF US EVEN REALLY FUCKING KNOW WHY WE'RE DOWN ON ONE KNEE.
[boom]
now dreams i find nuclear, since i'm living the lie. filling in holes is worth passing the time. but she's always dead, and i wish you'd grow up, and holding out hearts is hard. without ripping them up.
do you know what i mean? are you reading from the text? can you see what we boil down to-- when we're barely done with a moment before dreading the next? we're all ticking time bombs from the moment we're born
[tick, tick....]
and we'd give up our family for exuses to mourn. but i've got my diet coke, my raw sex appeal[?]. i've got my own god, with no reason to kneel. i've got my age, my press on tattoos. my stolen rolled jeans and a lame-ass excuse.
but i get around. and it's easy enough. to live without living and lie without bluff. some change in my pocket never gets to the bank and i'm breaking my back in my old navy tank.
i guess what i'm saying is how soon is enough? before shiny surfaces explode into rough, and our time watch explodes from the worries we hold and our plastic explodes to the metal they sold. and when it all happens, which ones will dance? will we raise our arms up and thank god for this chance? to find out what LIVING is expected to be.
BECAUSE HOW MANY OF US EVEN REALLY FUCKING KNOW WHY WE'RE DOWN ON ONE KNEE.
[boom]