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i’m at the end of my ribbon again
for those who own to apathy.
you had the perfect opportunity
but plead the fifth and walked away.

say something
make us proud, cast the first stone
say anything, anything at all

make a move.
make a move.

for every one thing we’re ignorant of
a thousand more things beat the maze
you saw the apple hanging on a tree
but missed the orchard in your gaze

make a move [hands on the eyes
are the engines of demise]
make a move

we cost ourself for who all we call a friend
who you acquaint is who you are
the darkest hours are when we’ll choose a side
so make your pick and take a fall

say something.
say anything at all.

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make a move, incubus

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“you stare at me like I’m a vitamin, on the surface you hate, but you know you need me. I come dressed as any pill you deem fit; whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily”

—vitamin, incubus

"i have found beyond all doubt, we say more by saying nothing at all."

pantomime, incubus

I should really stop listening to Incubus and go to bed.

but i always forget how much i love them.

oh did i crack your shell? when it falls away you’ll see we exist as well

if i had a dime for every time you walked away / i coud afford and not give a shit / and buy a drink and drown the day / but your pockets they are empty / yeah, and mine are times two / so why not make an about face / and accept the love i send to you

you’re never gonna be content if you don’t try / try and see outside your line / there you go, you did it again / you act as if there’s blinders on your eyes

should i apologize / if what i say burns your ears and stains your eyes? / oh did i crack your shell? / when it falls away you’ll say we exist as well [it’s easy as 1-2-3]

like a bottle with the cork stuck / your true ingredients trapped up inside / through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you / guess that hard shell represents your pride / if only it could be different / we could uncover the you you deny / between two a small discrepancy / one complicates and one simplifies

take those fucking blinders off your eyes.

so if i had a dime for every time you walked away / you can bet your bottom dollar that i’d be filthy rich by noon today