3 O'Clock - This Time Next Year

I know you asked for rain, but i brought you fire.

i didn’t think

You’d mind.

i know it’s not the same, but i’m getting tired of

Listening to you whine.

why should i pretend, you see my friend,

I heard what you said.

the implications lie and the consensus

Says you wish i was dead.

i don’t care much to talk your talk or

Be in the way when you decide to walk, but something in you just

Ain’t fucking right.

fist in hand, you got a plan.

i see it’s

Your way or no other way at all.

let me tell you, you just

Ruined my night.

i don’t care much to justify the way you deal

With the problems in your life, if it’s the only way that you

Can work things out.

eye to eye.

what would they think?

the rats

Are in laughter cause they think you’re slick.

our consensus is

That you’re a dick.

the fools you follow are role models to a

Head that’s hollow.

the pride you’d swallow if you’d let it go.

Let it go.

let it go.