It's quite hard to let parts of yourself go it's quite easy spilling your guts all over the bathroom stall every now and again every now and then I can greet your ghostly gaze without flinching
the heart of the fool lives inside of his mouth the fear of separation's all that unites us what you pay for your live never costs that much
it's quite hard letting parts of yourself go it's quite easy spilling your guts inside the confessional I know my language has always been my limit and this slurred speech is my own
the heart of the fool lives inside of his mouth with the fear of separation
not a clear conscience not a dry seat in the house