Burning Down The Nicotine Armoire, Pt. 2 - Dance Gavin Dance

Still grinding teeth, trying to follow you home

I’ll stop the world, cause this plan is slow

Wait across the street in the parking lot

The tree is dead, the front door is locked

The moments I framed have cracked and crumbled

Grabbed us by the throat, then I choked and stumbled

This will never work, this will never work

Check my pulse as I swallow dirt

I’m cutting myself with my own morals

I never meant to write about you

(I never meant to write about you)

The one contact that I loved so much

But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?

Do you think about your actions?

Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?

Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe

Oh, the dullness of existence

Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe

Oh, the dullness of existence

I’m dressed in white, shine so bright, hair so tight

And I have no sympathy for this

He needs somebody else to leech off of

(Somebody else to leech off of)

The one contact that I loved so much

But passing my own heart, what could possibly be within?

Do you think about your actions?

Do you ever wonder what the consequences are?

Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe

Oh, the dullness of existence

Your licensed M. Bison got stabbed with a five dollar syringe

Oh, the dullness of existence

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter

Prescribed the throat, I need the antidote, it’s fucking mind over matter

My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can’t forget

My concepts are rested and manifest in ways you can’t forget

My concepts are rested

If you’re gonna wear the uniform you better sell the cookies

Don’t come to my house asking for a handout

If you’re gonna wear the uniform, sell the fucking cookies

Don’t come to my house