I came to take your precious breath away.
I wanna live like the hippies did.
I still got the shakes and a ticking bomb of a brain.
I came for the itch that you just can't scratch away.
I'm personifying the wedding speech.
Here's to the future even if it's bleak.
United by fate and a big fucking swing at the plate.
You can't ruffle these feathers, you'll just get in the way.
So get your little glimpse of a man falling apart at the seams.
Don't it hurt just a bit to see flesh dragged around by a dream?
I'm personifying the wedding speech.
Here's to the future even if it's bleak.
I'm personifying the wedding speech.
Here's to the future even if it's bleak.
I'm personifying the wedding speech.
Here's to the future even if it's bleak.
