history

Lackluster champion Filled up our eyes Climbed up the pedestal Sure shot, you broken name Punch through the wall A hole so delicate Take back all your words the wiser Trump card The sleeve rolled even higher Avoid the obscurity that follows Years of your life spent in a bottle History is mean Half pretend you're who you wanna be Brandy-wine gentlemen Long for the days half spent with youth and kin Long-winded fathers Talk off your ears why even bother With all this penitent adrenaline Caught in a house made up of chandeliers Find more solace in a bottle What good do feelings even offer History is mean Half-pretend you're who you wanna be (Point that finger don't you look at me) History is mean Half-pretend you're who you wanna be STOP STOP Pick up feet Don't move Adrenaline History is mean Half-pretend you're who you wanna be (Point that finger don't you look at me) History is mean Half-pretend I'm who you wanna be