From the Get-Go (Time Heals All Wounds)

Wasted days, how could I forget My eyes open wide and my bones broken by regrets, yet When worse comes to worst and you've lost all faith I still count the days I've painted these guns from the blood in my lungs And I feel so small I feel so weak But I still quietly whisper in the words of my sister You've got to be down before you peak Well I haven't peaked and I never will A dead end, the bend in your road I'm a prophecy left unfulfilled Do you remember how my hands felt wrapped in yours Was it elating Elevating I just don't care anymore And I wish I were dead Or at least not so deeply disturbed in the head I'm sick of the heel on the back of my neck As it stomps my face into the curb Say what you will, reap what you sow And yet when all is said and done, after the days have come and gone I should've thought of something different from the get-go But I still try, I still try Despite all the issues I thought I left behind I'm alright, and I'm okay I just can't help it I still count the days And I haven't peaked But one day I will And I still forget your face But I'll know all to well come April Do you remember how your lips felt against mine Was it elating At least at the time My blood runs red like yours, just like yours So cut me open and find out in case you're still unsure You'll wish you took my word, for when you bleed no more One last disaster will mark itself upon your door Wasted days, page by page Have you ever watched as your world crashed (Wasted days) Or prayed to gods you've no faith in (Change your ways) I feel so sore from the whiplash (Heal your wounds) I feel so sore from the whiplash (Heal your wounds)