I'm ready to blow
I'm ready to blow
It's not my fault
My fault
You know I'm ready to blow
Don't waste a four-leaf clover
I'm ready to blow
Good happens to the owner
Just wait
When the leaves fall
They go below your faults
Now you're just boring me to death
I've got a catacomb underneath
The same place I lay my head
I've gotta bury them blind
And then control what they find
I'm hanging on a thread
You know I'm ready to blow
Like I've told you I would
Out of nothing you find your own authority
Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings
I'm flying solo
I'm falling so low
Where do we go
Out of nothing you find your own authority
Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy
I'm flying solo
I'll go, I'll go, I'll go, yeah
Now you're just boring me to death
I've got a cataract focused on
A shaky, shaky
Conscience at best
Shaky breath
I've got to make up my mind
And try to make up some time
I'm hanging on a thread
You know I'm ready to blow
But not quite yet
You know I'm ready to fold
Can't count my cards yet
You know I'm ready to forget
All we've been through
You know I'm ready for you
The shaken are desperate
For new sounds on old ground
To bury reflections
Infections
From strong hands
And weak glands
And when they're awakened
Their vision will fade
It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I'm gonna miss her
It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I'm gonna miss her
It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I'm gonna miss her
Miss her
It ain't a bit of my fault
Man, I'm gonna miss her.