Turnstyles Songtext
von The Lawrence Arms

With a light of this match, I could burn this place to the ground
Then fire engines′d scream down crowded streets onto the scene
And then I'd make it rain
And numb myself to never say your name

That I′ve muttered in anger
Said with confusion
Laughed over nervously
Said without sympathy

I'm not shedding tears for you
All those lonely nights that I said
Feels like I might as well be dead


No more smiles, revolving like turnstyles
No more deliberation, analytical creations
I'm incapable
A predepressionist

This is delivered with courage
Muddled in tension
Lashed out in honesty
Someone come and save me

I′m dying to tell you
This kills it forever, it was already dead
I′m dying to tell you
This kills us forever, we were already dead

And I'm just fine
I haven′t called you but I haven't had the time
Thoughts are stale
I′ve been revolving like turnstyles