Текст песни Waste Your Breath - Garrett Smith

I thought I was
The devil on your shoulder, here today and never more
And I was so sure
That if I focused to not remember, that I'd forget and find the cure
But I won't

And I thought I was
Dissipating rather quickly, fete accompli, curtain call
And you said you were
Waiting on that crooked crooner that you used to swear you saw
But you don't
Not anymore

So keep wasting your breath
Until you've got nothing left
I want to be that lost cause
The word that sticks in your chest
So long as I am the cause you lost
Another burden, another cross
Keep wasting your breath
On me

Asphalt torn apart by
Hot knives, let it bleed in the
Dark like silhouettes that you dream about
Cards fold on the ground, but the
Ground split, take me now in the
Leaves, just let it sear in your shout

So keep wasting your breath
Until you've got nothing left
I want to be that lost cause
The word that sticks in your chest
So long as I am the cause
Another burden or cross
Another reason to fear death
So keep wasting your breath