Garage Door (feat. JB Brubaker of August Burns Red)
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Back home for the summer again I keep on killing time as a means to an end As I watch them yelling in front of me I couldn’t help but notice this one little thing Countless times, again and again I’ll never understand what they mean when You have to keep up, and keep on moving Nothing makes sense, not one single thing Give me a reason I never asked for this Though I’m still struck with bliss Give me an answer I need to plan this out Or take a different route Going with the flow doing Something so, mediocre Pacing back and forth all night In front of the garage door I’m not one for making excuses But when you change the path you take You’re bound to get bruises Opportunity has come knocking But his one doesn’t give me much security All I wanted was stability Sometimes you make the leap This game ain’t cheap This is the moment of truth