Lyrics

Take my time for a new chance
And waste my life on a sin
Break my sight off in her new dance
When the moon shines off her skin
There's no attention to go around
But no one seems to complain
A cold wind teases the heated fire
I think it's calling my name

Take my steps out from under me
Waste my breath on your sympathy
Hate the taste of our memory
Take my steps out from under me

Bind my hands to a withered dream
Tie my thoughts to a waste
Find my attention held in between
Insomnia's sweet taste
I seem to stumble with every step
And catch my breath in the sand
Laugh, and laugh out the nicotine
Without the use of my hands

Take my steps out from under me
Waste my breath on your sympathy
Hate the taste of our memory
Take my steps out from under me