We all have these places where we run to find complacence.
We all sing these songs that our friends would never listen to
or forgive us if they knew.
We all have sins that time never could forgive,
not even a little bit.
And that look on the face,
how we're seen, not who we were meant to be.
Lock it up, boy.
There's no time for 'we were meant to bes.'
There's no time for anything it seems,
but we have our dreams;
when the world slows and swirling debris
can be whatever you want it to be
until dismissed in the breeze
as we sink in reality.
We all have nightmares that don't end in the dawn.
We all dream, but no one ever gives a fuck
to entertain the thought.
We all have love that time will work to take from us,
and we'll give in... someday.
With that look on the face,
how we're seen, not who we're meant to be.
Lock it up, boy.
There's no time for 'we were meant to bes.'
There's no time for anything it seems,
still we have our dreams;
when the world slows and swirling debris
can be whatever you want it to be
until dismissed in the breeze
as we sink in reality.
The look on your face,
what we see, is not who you are really.
Lock it up, boy. Chin up.
Leave nothing in your eyes, it's not for them to see.
There's no time for this,
no time for any of this.
We have to be what they say,
but what would they know anyway?
Fuck their stares!
They know nothing of your love... of your hell!
Just the look on your face that they see,
not who you are really.
Lock it up, boy.
Keep them at arms length.
Leave nothing in your eyes for them take,
just the look on your face;
what you'll be without them or anything.
