Slit my throat it's all I ever How long, how long will I slide? Separate my side, I don't I don't believe it's bad I gotta take it on the other side Take it on the other side I heard your voice through a photograph I thought it up and brought up the past

I really believe that I'm glad It doesn't matter what I say You never listen anyway Just don't know what you're looking for Imagination's all I have But ever then you say it's bad Just can't see why we disagree Casual conversations how they bore me They