Through the Ides of March

all of the fear that I seed in me all of the most basic needs of me all of the dreams I have that won't come true pale at the sight of the wall of you I feel like hanging on to you all the time I feel like hanging on to you all the time I feel like l

anymore, i wonder... i wonder what we're falling for anymore, i wonder... breake boy...break for the shore it didn't mean that much it nerver meant you'd understand crashing into the ground feels better than to drown anymore, i wonder... i wonder wha