Crash

I put my best foot first and it got burnt Communication always hurts I've got myself so deep inside a hole I taste the air go thin as i get old, as i get old I don't think so Chorus: She's my hands, she's my hands Picks me up when i crash down Build me wings so i can glide She's my novocaine ride Pick up the pieces of my world Glue thme together, i wish i could I can't believe it as the picture fades Just like a tv, but the sound remains I don't think so, no, i don't think so Chorus Feel it as i shake Shatter illusions fade Taste my bitter tears Cut my heart with shears I don't think so, i don't think so Chorus