My Cup's Half Empty Songtext
von Arsonists Get All the Girls

The hunt is over now
You′ve almost made it out
It took us several days to remove your tumor thought benign
Bracing for it

My how the tables have turned
My how the tables have turned


Don't look down
I hold at hand the answers to life
Six heads to a neck, and I know they try to survive in the night
Thick are their wits, they have many names

They reach for a kiss and end oll of those with alloy and aim, oh

Trust us, they′ll promise this won't hurt a bit
Trust us, they'll say this won′t hurt a bit

Pain has the worst taste in its mouth
Anger will drive you into the deepest of might

Hate condemns a man of trusting his love
Time knows truth is only saying "I"
Yeah!