Self-control, self-sacrifice?
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(1 - undergoing extension)
We are not statistics to be discarded
We are epitaphs to read and question why
What good is sacrifice that you don't have to make?
What could you hope to create?
What price survival among the dead and the damned?
(2)
When I want to get over something
I take Hemingway and a bottle of whiskey
A shot glass and a revolver
I walk into fields and I open him up
After a few shots he's almost readable
And I punctuate the good parts with a couple more shots into the air
(3)
Do you wait by the window
Every evening I don't come home?
I promise you, I promise you
I miss you
But sometimes there are dreams that we've just got to let go of
And you've got to know
That tears on headstones are sweet but mean nothing
To those who can't dry them
(1 - undergoing extension)
We are not statistics to be discarded
We are epitaphs to read and question why
What good is sacrifice that you don't have to make?
What could you hope to create?
What price survival among the dead and the damned?
(2)
When I want to get over something
I take Hemingway and a bottle of whiskey
A shot glass and a revolver
I walk into fields and I open him up
After a few shots he's almost readable
And I punctuate the good parts with a couple more shots into the air
(3)
Do you wait by the window
Every evening I don't come home?
I promise you, I promise you
I miss you
But sometimes there are dreams that we've just got to let go of
And you've got to know
That tears on headstones are sweet but mean nothing
To those who can't dry them