more stupid lyrics.

What do you call this mess?

By now the basement will be flooded

and everything that you wanted will drown once again.

I've never wanted no less

than to prophesize more

and hope for the best

of all of those things falling off of your chest

its just a choice, its not a test

you won't believe me.

You and baby wont wait

by now I'll be shuffling in heavy feet,

forced myself to breathe between

each step to let you sleep.

I hope for no more

of these apprehensive words

that pound at the door.

There's nothing left to say no more

Do you believe me?