Lyrics

Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well A child scraping up his knees... Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you? Leo says that, "there's no victims, only volunteers." I think that I believe that if there's a crime There must be a crime scene Sorry that we peaked in my California teething Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime Small print too small to read-- "Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe" The East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral Hangs waiting for a breeze Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...