When you were yourself, it tasted sweet, but it sours into a routine deceit. Well the drama is a bore, and I don't want to play no more. — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
I walk alone in the concrete with the living, where pigeons fly til they gather round the fallen ones. — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
I let you down and I say I'm sorry. But the light it falls, on my castle walls. And my basketballs, pelt me with… — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
I wish you would say back from that ledge my friend. You could cut ties with all the lies, that you've been living in. — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
Alone, taste the salt and taste the pain, I'm not thinking of you again. Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in… — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
Everyone has to face down the demons. Maybe today, you could put the past away. — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
Everyone's got to face down the demons. Maybe today, you can put the past away. — Third Eye Blind Copy Share Image
