Take It Out - Finish Ticket

This feeling’s okay

Yeah, it’s alright

But it could be better, man

I don’t mean to fight

Still we do

And I don’t know why

You take it out

You take it out

You take it out on me

Your innocent eyes

So quickly devised

A blanket of wrongs

And a series of lies

But I digress:

How’s loneliness?

You take it out

You take it out

You take it out on me

You need me

But you don’t know

Give me a piece

Of that gold in your head

We’re broken

But we don’t know

Left on our own

In this march to the end

You take it out

You take it out

You take it out on me