Angry boys, holes in walls
Answer crying when sister calls
Happy birthday, sorry everything is gone
Devised a plan, sold the house
Put it back how it was found
I'm the last one left here now that it's all done
And I thought of the apartment
Where we held ourselves together
Wondering where the hell you are now
But thinking not knowing was better
And I thought of my intentions
I avoided all along
I don't know what I could have saved
Or if it'd still go wrong
Now uncertainty is a weaker form of hope
That's the best that I can do
Angry men, never call
Were we ever here at all
Happy memories with a scratch across the lens
1 AM, the porch outside
Smoked a cigarette I
Thought nothing ever will feel comfortable again
And I thought about Ralph Dibney
In the issue where he died
None of the writers know who killed him
None of them know why
And I thought of David's son
How God kills him to teach a lesson
And I got down on my knees
And gave that house one last confession
Saying I am f*cking sick and tired of being a secondary character
Midcard - 1 AM Lyrics
Midcard - 1 AM Lyrics
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Angry boys, holes in walls
Answer crying when sister calls
Happy birthday, sorry everything is gone
Devised a plan, sold the house
Put it back how it was found
I'm the last one left here now that it's all done
And I thought of the apartment
Where we held ourselves together
Wondering where the hell you are now
But thinking not knowing was better
And I thought of my intentions
I avoided all along
I don't know what I could have saved
Or if it'd still go wrong
Now uncertainty is a weaker form of hope
That's the best that I can do
Angry men, never call
Were we ever here at all
Happy memories with a scratch across the lens
1 AM, the porch outside
Smoked a cigarette I
Thought nothing ever will feel comfortable again
And I thought about Ralph Dibney
In the issue where he died
None of the writers know who killed him
None of them know why
And I thought of David's son
How God kills him to teach a lesson
And I got down on my knees
And gave that house one last confession
Saying I am f*cking sick and tired of being a secondary character
Answer crying when sister calls
Happy birthday, sorry everything is gone
Devised a plan, sold the house
Put it back how it was found
I'm the last one left here now that it's all done
And I thought of the apartment
Where we held ourselves together
Wondering where the hell you are now
But thinking not knowing was better
And I thought of my intentions
I avoided all along
I don't know what I could have saved
Or if it'd still go wrong
Now uncertainty is a weaker form of hope
That's the best that I can do
Angry men, never call
Were we ever here at all
Happy memories with a scratch across the lens
1 AM, the porch outside
Smoked a cigarette I
Thought nothing ever will feel comfortable again
And I thought about Ralph Dibney
In the issue where he died
None of the writers know who killed him
None of them know why
And I thought of David's son
How God kills him to teach a lesson
And I got down on my knees
And gave that house one last confession
Saying I am f*cking sick and tired of being a secondary character
Writer: Austin Norman
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