Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire, Pt. 2 Lyrics - Dance Gavin Dance

Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home 

I'll stop the world 'cause this plan is slow 

Wait across the street in the parking lot 

The tree is dead, the front door is locked 

The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled 

Grabbed us by the throat then I choked and stumbled 

This will never work, this will never work 

Check my pulse as I swallow dirt 

I'm cutting myself with my own morals 

I never meant to write about you 

(I never meant to write about you) 

The one contact that I loved so much 

But passing my own heart 

What could possibly be within? 

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Do you think about your actions? 

Do you ever wonder what the consequences are? 

(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) 

The dullness of existence 

(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) 

The dullness of existence 

(I'm dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight) 

And I have no sympathy for this 

He needs somebody else to leech off of 

(Somebody else to leech off of) 

The one contact that I loved so much 

But passing my own heart 

What could possibly be within? 

Do you think about your actions? 

Do you ever wonder what the consequences are? 

(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) 

The dullness of existence 

(Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe) 

The dullness of existence 

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote 

It's fucking mind over matter 

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote 

It's fucking mind over matter 

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote 

It's fucking mind over matter 

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote 

It's fucking mind over matter 

My concepts are rested 

And manifest in ways you can't forget 

My concepts are rested 

And manifest in ways you can't forget 

(My concepts are rested) 

If you're gonna wear the uniform 

You better sell the cookies 

Don't come to my house asking for a handout 

(My concepts are rested) 

If you're gonna wear the uniform 

Sell the fucking cookies 

Don't come to my house...