Still
In friction
Smoke stains
In the kitchen
Cell guards
Falling asleep
Spin
Your ribbons
It rains
Then you want in
Hilltop
Holy war
Dents in benches
It's stiff
Like wooden limbs
Flood lights
Burning alive
And I was afraid you were catching on
The buckets of paint in the parking garage
I finally found a friend, is all
But I'm lying anyway
So give up the game
Spell out the names
I'm on your ledge and I won't wait
'Cause so far
You've had us running laps
Around the bait
You're lying anyway
