Definitions are circumstantial, like courtroom evidence
Your red is not my red, Your red is not my red
Well I'd never jump ship, this boat is surely sinking, you dont like my words
I'll carry them someplace else
Without an anchor, your left with empty hands, clawing at sand
We are the undercurrent, of our age, just like the rip tide
We'll suck you, we'll suck you in
Your red is not my red, Your red is not my red
OH!
Today the paper read another teenager found dead
Laying face down a syringe screaming, the unsaid!
Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!
Crutches for sale! Your addictions kill! Crutches for sale!
Your addictions kill!
Without an anchor, your left with empty hands, clawing at sand
We are the undercurrent, of our age
Just like the rip tide, we'll suck you, we'll suck you in
Whats the point in lying? When the truth is this fun
Well if you dont like my words, I'll carry them someplace else
I'll carry them someplace else, I'll carry them someplace else
I'll carry them someplace else, well I'll carry them someplace, someplace else
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