Seven

Give me a minute while I choose my words I wanna make sure that I make this sting You see it’s funny to me how you all walked away Turned a corner the second things changed Call me a loser A castaway I’ll scan the room but I don’t see your face Assemble the search party Call me incompetent but I don’t give a shit I’ll take this ball and I’ll run with it So I guess this means war Thanks for all the support Make way everybody here comes the saints Face to face with the things they hate I’m tired of this You fuckin hypocrites And I’m pouring my heart out at every turn Wall to wall when it’s not my words So I’ll cut the cord To tell the truth I’ve grown bored with you Whisper your criticism Don’t let it rise Now make sure you never say it to my face My minds working overtime To find me some paradise Searching every room for my escape Call me a loser A castaway I’ll scan the room but I don’t see your face Assemble the search party Call me incompetent but I don’t give a shit I’ll take this ball and I’ll run with it So I guess this means war Thanks for all the support Make way everybody here comes the saints Face to face with the things they hate I’m tired of this You fuckin hypocrites And I’m pouring my heart out at every turn Wall to wall when it’s not my words So I’ll cut the cord To tell the truth I’ve grown bored with you I’m just fuckin bored Make way everybody here comes the saints Face to face with the things they hate I’m tired of this You fuckin hypocrites And I’m pouring my heart out at every turn Wall to wall when it’s not my words So I’ll cut the cord To tell the truth I’ve grown bored with you I’m just bored with you