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I've got an arsenal of daggersI've been keeping up my sleeveAnd the sharpest words are in my mouthJust kicking off my teethAll good things end badlyIf they ever end at allBut if everything's eventualWhy should I stall?Thoughts go in but they don't come outUntil I'm talking in my sleep(I'm not scared of being wrongNo, I'm just scared of never being right)All my friends are achingOver something in the wayI am too but inevitablyEverything is gonna be okayWhatever that meansWhat the fuck does that mean?And the trash can is filled to the brimWith coffee filters and apple coresAnd the bottom is lined with broken glassFrom allegories and metaphorsThat don't help anybody anyway Aus Songtexte Mania