|Drums, Vocals:||Brittany Harrell|
|Vocals, Guitar:||Brad Wyrosdick|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Patrick Bambrick|
|Bass, Vocals:||Bryan Kerr|
I'm not saying much, cause there's not much to say.
The worst part of you told me this is better left unsaid.
Shot down. I feel it again. My nerves are tied in knots and frayed at both ends.
Step back. Pull myself to the side. The words I want to say are useless.
If you got a problem, you know I got a way to solve it.
I'll leave you to make your own bed and wake up next to guilt.
Are you full of regret? Empty words you say replace the beat in your chest.
Deep down hits you harder than I could.
Throw me under the bus just so you can ride alone. Man, you're going nowhere.
Watch me come back from the dead. I'll take my place as the ghost inside your head.
Now that I'm gone, there's no one to fall back on.
My voice in the back of your head. Tearing through your thoughts. Sinking down to your chest.
I'll be six feet in the ground before my head is stuck in the clouds. Your head is stuck in the clouds.
Deep down hits you harder than I ever could.
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