Текст песни The Lash Whistled Like a Singing - Norma Jean

Our friendship has a white flag
I′ll surrender if that's what it takes
But I′ll never admit defeat
If that's the road then you have the map
You and I mean way less to me than anything
In the isolation of the thoughts and judgments
And whatever happens to be spewing out of your dependency jail
There's a slow dance soiree of trouble and you threw the party
We′re all doused in gasoline with no fear of flame
Well there′s a lot of things that can start a fire
I hope you're satisfied because we all know that it′s the last thing
That I'll hide and it′s the last that you can expect
No! You make your own damn mistakes!