Passed out in your yard 

My clothes were soaking in the morning rain 

My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma 

Like a battered drone 

All my limbs are numb 



I've been driving past your house 

Been pounding at your door 

I know I'm just a peon to you 

But I deserve more 

Than arrogance 

Condolences 

My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn 

And the morning dew... kissed them 



Drunk on Bastille Day 

Throwing pennies at the broken birds 

Scribbling plans on napkins 

A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed 

My bandages 



Stumbled over to your house 

I'll sneak in the back door 

I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before 

The argument, the accident 

Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent 

And my hour is spent 

I can't afford it this time 

I can't afford this time 

I can't afford this time 

I can't afford it... 



The hour has come for retribution 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 

The hour has come for retribution 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down 

Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone 

I'm storming the walls down 

I'm storming the walls down