Here's a new recruit

With new confusion

His racing thoughts should be (unmade)

If he needs more time, give him more time

We are (not in a prison)



Here's your marriage vows

It's a sweat ring around your black & blue (collar)

If he needs more time, give him more time

To reconfirm his old beliefs

Make the turn towards apathy

or regret

So you can just roam the interstate

(Left buried but you're so convinced)



What does it matter to you,

Or does it matter to you.

In the end, all your friends have gone away

All your friends have gone insane

It's just the hardest grip

and the bit just chokes them

With regret



(Skirting), half alive,

Lifeline like a deadline

To achieve relief

If he needs more time, give him more time

We are (planning our) escape routes

And here's to the year they break us in,

Here's to the year the break us

If he needs more time, give him more time

To carve away his old mistakes

Make a clean, precision break

From regret

And you can just roam the interstate

Look at him, but what does it mean



What does matter to you, or does the mess just shallow you?

Down your drain, all your friends have gone away

All your friends have gone insane

It's just the hardest (grip),

And the bit just chokes them

With regret