Текст песни Poison the Truth - My Jerusalem

On the lower east side
With their mouth open wide
All the boys kitten call at you
And you′ve made up your mind
That your leaving this time
But I know you wont follow through
Its enough just to trust
That the knots in your guts
They wont poison the truth
And whats left is the test
That you fail like the rest
When you harbour your youth
Don't be sad...
You′re the best thing they'll never have