Brace and Break

Stuff your sentences

Into your boring diary

Stuff your senses

Into the back of your jeans

Take the controls

Grab hold

Get fuckin' ready

Bring your appetite

And break sobriety

Stuff your senses

Into the back of your jeans

Take the controls

Grab hold

Get fuckin' ready

Brace and break

Be quiet

Stuff your sentences

Into your boring diary

Stuff your senses

Into the back of your jeans

Take the controls

Grab hold

Get fuckin' ready

Bring your appetite

And break sobriety

Stuff your senses

Into the back of your jeans

Take the controls

Grab hold

Get fuckin' ready

Brace and break

Be quiet

You and I

Have minutes between we lie

But we're still listening

It's too soon

I know

But I can walk slow

It's a couple blocks away

Stuff your sentences

Into your boring diary

Stuff your senses

Into the back of your jeans

Take the controls

Grab hold

Get fuckin' ready

Brace and break

Be quiet

We don't have to try

We can turn bad luck into a bad joke

We don't have to sing

We can turn a bad string into a long dream

We don't have to bleed

We can just repeat when we are alone