作曲 : Cursive
 作词 : Cursive
 Passed out in your yard
 My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
 My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
 Like a battered drone
 All my limbs are numb

 I've been driving past your house
 Been pounding at your door
 I know I'm just a peon to you
 But I deserve more
 Than arrogance
 Condolences
 My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
 And the morning dew... kissed them

 Drunk on Bastille Day
 Throwing pennies at the broken birds
 Scribbling plans on napkins
 A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
 My bandages

 Stumbled over to your house
 I'll sneak in the back door
 I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
 The argument, the accident
 Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
 And my hour is spent
 I can't afford it this time
 I can't afford this time
 I can't afford this time
 I can't afford it...

 The hour has come for retribution
 I'm storming the walls down
 I'm storming the walls down
 The hour has come for retribution
 I'm storming the walls down
 I'm storming the walls down
 Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
 I'm storming the walls down
 I'm storming the walls down