Hate Mail Comes In August

Troubled thinking
Running into walls again
Duck in shadows
Run between the bullets shot by others stares
Made a thousand mistakes, a thousand mistakes to take us down
(Firing us back to square one)
Drawn and quartered red handed sew me back together
(Together again)
And I knew it was wrong
But I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
Trying not to run away
A thousand memories, a thousand regrets where’s the end
Causes so much pain
Forger the shadows I hit the closure
Tearing out the stitches leaving the holes behind
And I knew it was wrong
But I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
I had to be there
I don’t see shit in yesterday
I don’t see shit in yesterday
And I say fuck it to yesterday
And I say fuck it to yesterday