Disposition

Broken eyes disguised by
Cracking lights
Lead to cold stares
Driving by
Ran from the cold air

Its that time again
Yeah Its that time again

Their jaws in motion
The Seeds been sown
Their conversations
Brew commotion
But I'll be fine
But I'll be
Yeah I'll be fine
In the nick of the time

Habits I despise, eat the streets the alive one too many times
One too many times

There's no running, this is what I've chosen
And I can't promise that I can fix what's broken
Keep to my word
Keep to my
Keep to my words
I'm just hoping

The situations
Overgrown

Don't be alarmed
So I've been told

Hours seem to lie
I've been oversold
No more complaining
So I've been told

Habits I despise they eat the streets alive
One too many times
One too many times
Habits I despise they eat the streets alive
One too many times
One too many times