Portraits Of Past - Bang Yer Head текст песни

don't shoot, don't show. push harder the plastic forks under my nails. things don't turn like this even in our wildest dreams. what exactly is that smile? what is that smile on your face supposed to mean?

"we both know i've got those thoughts and words too, but i guess i don't give them enough use"

[one] "go back where you came from, i don't care, please go right now!"
[other] "i wish i could but i seem to have forgotten how"

there are a few truths, and here's just one: i'm as fucked up about as much as you're fucked up. but beyond that there are only grasped straws and our own private perceived flaws. where's that gun? we should both use it. doomed from the start. committed to failure. simply mirrors all? rejected selves live to fall.