411 - You Know the Drill

Shift the blame at every opportunity

No Matter how hard I throw it always seems to be

That both your shoulders are cold, guess there’s no remedy

I’ll keep my head down, Make sure to stay with myself

My doors are sealed shut

Your pictures down on my shelf

Cause I hate all the lies and there’s a reason

Yeah I sell but you buy, your word is treason

I guess I’ll bide my time, Step back and fall in line

Count all the ceiling tiles

Won’t get the best of me yet

And I know that its hard I’m left out in the dark

But still I won’t let you get the best of me yet

And all the writings written on the floor

Tell me we’ve been here before, and we’ll do this again

And if we don’t stop soon, you’ll be chasing a ghost

Just know you’re never around when I need you the most.

And I’m so sick and tired of pacing the floor in this place

I’m so sick and tired of pacing the floor in this place (I'm so sick)

I’ll keep my head down, Make sure to stay with myself

My doors are sealed shut, Your picture’s down on my shelf.