Seth Corbin - The Final Curtain Call

Oh, I locked myself away and I'm on the brink
of learning how to think without your words
protruding through my skull
with one brief pull
they fell like bullet wounded birds in flight
with no more chance to fight
than if my eyes were gouged
and my hands bound
it made me sad to think that if I had a gun
I'd shoot them instead

This story's getting old, it's old, it's old
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept my mouth shut
Oh, it's all my fault
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept it shut

Oh, a habit I can't kick and it makes me sick
to think I think too much about such things
as how your friends perceive or if I'm naive
to not know already what they'll think
so I know it's for the best I lay to rest
these thoughts within my brain that cause me pain
goodbye don't cry but if you don't
I'll be wondering why

This story's getting old, it's old, it's old
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept my mouth shut
Oh, it's all my fault
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept it shut

Oh, it's old, it's old, it's old
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept my mouth shut
Oh, it's all my fault
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept it shut


Oh, it's old, it's old, it's old
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept my mouth shut
Oh, it's all my fault
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept it shut

Oh, it's old, it's old, it's old
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept my mouth shut
Oh, it's all my fault
The final curtain call I wish I'd kept it shut