Take time to think it over
Don't be so quick to choose.
I realize you must move forward;
Careful what you do.
The taste of regret forming
On the tip of my tongue.
All the walls are falling.
What have I done?
'Cause this feels the all the space
That I cannot fill myself
Just as it saves the life of the long lost soul
That cannot find an end.
I live a life by false pretense
So I play it cool,
A simple feigned, false existence
You saw right through.

Writer : KEENAN, MAYNARD JAMES/HOWERDEL, BILLY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing