dotec3
06/05/07, 11:07 AM
A little boy's poor attempts to try and sing for us
The endless bottles of alcohol and countless ciggerettes
Tattoos we show with pride and scars we'd rather not
Sleeping in and moving out just to waste the time we've got
Be strong
This is where we belong
Don't jump the gun and don't wait too long
You might trip over the trigger
And if the bullet flies its over
The lack of blood in my cheeks with winter numbing hands
And the abundancy I'd spill for you if just given the chance
Now I know that you have gone on to bigger and better things
But never forget who you are and what you mean to me
Be strong
This is where we belong
Don't jump the gun and don't wait too long
You might trip over the trigger
And if the bullet flies its over
Our vision of life is our gift to the world
So fill it up and toast to this present
The endless bottles of alcohol and countless ciggerettes
Tattoos we show with pride and scars we'd rather not
Sleeping in and moving out just to waste the time we've got
Be strong
This is where we belong
Don't jump the gun and don't wait too long
You might trip over the trigger
And if the bullet flies its over
The lack of blood in my cheeks with winter numbing hands
And the abundancy I'd spill for you if just given the chance
Now I know that you have gone on to bigger and better things
But never forget who you are and what you mean to me
Be strong
This is where we belong
Don't jump the gun and don't wait too long
You might trip over the trigger
And if the bullet flies its over
Our vision of life is our gift to the world
So fill it up and toast to this present