My eye's got a twitch, lack of sleep and clear sky
The sun's gonna beat me, my skin's gonna fry
Before the message grew, you were calling in quit before the message grew
You never eat alone it's the price of bad blood
Have to keep up with vision, notions of comfort and love
If we start crying now, it will never end if we start crying now
I'm a pauper on paper. I'm a king in the ring
You're a battered old truth, a featherless wing
I held an empty fist. You returned my stare. I held your empty fist
Trade all your memories for present flights of fame
Make friendly on paper, in the dirt it's all the same
If we start crying now, it will never end if we start crying now