Their Throats Are Open Graves

This time maybe this time 
 Maybe this time they'll all know my name 
 This time after all of this time 
 After this time things won't be the same 
 And I'm sure u won't understand 

 And my friends are the ones always bein' dishonest 
 So I just learn ways to go on livin' without them 
 They tell me ova, ova, and ova 
 They want closer and closer 
 I'm leavin' soon 

 I offered what was left of me 
 And I know the things they say 
 Give me real or make me feel 
 Give me real or make me…. 
 The positive and the negative of bein' alone 

 When words are spoken 
 Where will u be 
 And when I'm down and broken 
 Where will u be 
 If I reach my hand for u 
 Where will u be 
 I'll find u hidden in old photography