Текст песни 8x10 - Sam Key

You're holding on to the 8x10
Of something that you wish I had said
But a picture's worth 1,000 words
But those words can't hurt

Now you're strung out on the feeling of home
And a boy with rage he could never control
Oh, you're lost in the haze and fog
Screaming at the sky you miss your sober side
Wishing that part of you never died
Praying for a final second chance

Now you're dropping tears on the paper in your hand
Wondering when it'll begin again
Don't throw it away, maybe it'll come back one day

Now you're strung out on the feeling of home
And a boy with rage he could never control
Oh, you're lost in the haze and fog
Screaming at the sky you miss your sober side
Wishing that part of you never died
Praying for a final second chance

The paper never burned
And you never learned
How to live on your own

Now you're strung out on the feeling of home
And a boy with rage he could never control
Oh, you're lost in the haze and fog
Screaming at the sky you miss your sober side
Wishing that part of you never died
Praying for a final second chance

Oh, you're praying for a final second chance