You've broken every rebel but you couldn't brake a bill
You revel in your nightmares and appreciate the still
No one really know's you but you want to hear your name
What's wrong now little poet? You've only got yourself to blame
Because you can't live off of love, not new or old anymore…
The pavements hold the cracks that you kissed yesterday
But today is moving to fast so you can't give them the time if day
So ring little poet, yeah ring about your rain
Until your bones are dried out by the harsher sun of day
Because you can't live off of love, not new or old anymore… anymore
I'm being scolded through your windows and I'd gladly lick your floor
I'm just saying little poet, each day I love you more
And I won't cry, I won't cry when the clouds burst
I will stick my tongue out proud and taste November's rain
Which happens to be sour, again
See how you have tortured everyone who cares
Our hearts are in our hands now while you get all the stares
Bleeding out the answers to questions you are scared
To ask for protection or a helping hand to lend
But then dedication ain't the same as protection
How do you feel about that?
You're so good at pointing fingers and backing out of corners
Darting poison with your tongue, are you the money or the man?
Award shows in your mirror, carelessness not fear, I swear…
I'm being sunburned through your window but I'd gladly lick your floor
I'm just saying little daydream, each night I love you more
And I won't cry, I won't cry when the sun bursts, I will stick my head up proud
And taste December's rain, which happens to be sour
It just happens to be sour, yeah it just happens to be sour
Again