Songtexte: Brutal Youth. Spill Your Guts. Four Letter Words.

Bittersweet. Fell down, broke teeth.
But the risk was worth the fall.
Vulnerability wouldn't mean a thing without the threat of drops of salt
I'm doing all that I can to stay up off the ground,
but my heart weighs a ton and it's dragging me down.
I was holding my breath for so long I gave up
now I'm dizzy, light headed, I just can't... Ah, Fuck it!
The largest thorn in my side is the feeling that I might be a 'regret'
And I can't stop the paranoia 'til I can pull this fuckin' arrow from my chest
And I can see that your defenses are engaged because you're scared to takea fall
Well, you can board the doors and windows but I'm still breaking through these walls.