Fill those glasses high and maybe we can drop out
For just a little while a temporary cop out
I don't want to wait until the end
To find out how we end up

I've got nothing but a glance and a crooked smile
How many are there on my side, yeah
Tired [bad word] away [bad word] out of things to say
Bloody knuckle hands
Measuring the will and the life span

I stood silent 'cause the words were just show
Fear of knowing that there's more you don't know
Ends [bad word] from beginnings gone wrong
The short fuse burning that's been lit for too long

Push my fears aside, I'll take it on the chin now
Kill that foolish pride and answer with a grin now
I don't wanna wait until we're dead
To find out how we end up

I've got nothing but a glance and a crooked smile
How many are there on my side, yeah
Tired [bad word] away [bad word] out of things to say
Watch behind my back
Separate the bait from the trap now

I stood silent 'cause the words were just show
Fear of knowing that there's more you don't know
Ends [bad word] from beginnings gone wrong
The short fuse burning that's been lit for too long

Watch while the biggest voices
(They're saying nothing new)
drown by their own choices
(They're saying nothing new)

What could be more brave
Than dancing on you own grave?