Lyrics

Questions, questions Knowing there's truth behind those eyes I've counted the hearts I've counted the names I've counted the minds That dealt with shame I've tried to lock in I've tried to keep out Don't give me your piece of mind Of what it's all about Of what it's all about I've got my hands on my face Thinking of you Misused a drug, then I forgot about That I lost a race today Thinking of you Feels like I'm living in your book without its chapter of truth Yeah Justice, justice Going insane without a source I've counted the hearts I've counted the names I've counted the minds That dealt with shame I burned my heart Swallowed your sun 'Cause losing my mind Is half the fun Is half the fun Is half the fun I've got my hands on my face Thinking of you Misused a drug, then I forgot about That I lost a race today Thinking of you Feels like I'm living in your book without its chapter of truth Without its chapter of truth Without its chapter of truth Yeah Picture-perfect gay Won't go my way Picture-perfect gay Won't go my way 'Cause everything's natural and everything's sane When all that you get is a slap in the face I don't deserve this and neither do you 'Cause it's waste