Too much of a good thing tied up in a bow string She’s away on business to practice her forgiveness Hire someone different, I’m feeling like an infant I see you watching me You counting every vocal fry Through the floater in your eye If I’m in trouble tell me why that could be Hire someone different, I’m feeling like an infant I see you watching me You counting every vocal fry Through the floater in your eye If I’m in trouble tell me why That could be

Such a word may soon exist but for now I’m holding out The frantic writing from my fist doesn’t know what it's on about Such misfortune could be near, take the truth that I know away I could count my breath in fear not live to see another day Such the life my mother had all the kindness that she knew Eleanor don’t feel so bad she’s passed it on to you Such a waste of time you’d say when I’m dredging up this hurt I’ll put all my guards away when you promise to stay more alert Such a view I’ve paid to see but for now I’m still let down I’m not who you thought I’d be but I’ve worn it like a crown Such a word’s been ‘round for years one I’ll act like you didn’t say I could blame my ringing ears and maybe breathe another day Does it mean as much to you Did you bite off more than you could chew Does it mean as much to you Did you bite off more than you could chew

God I hope he made it home And as he wipes off his cologne let fate be proud of him In the morning won’t he wake and grab his book of notes to take And let fate be proud of him I close my eyes and still can’t place The points and creases of his face and let fate be proud of him His reign of terror appetite All the teeth marks from his bite Drain blood until his fates completely dry God I hope it isn’t so Why won’t you tell me what you know And let fate be proud of you If it's as good as what you pay Then what’s a dollar for a day And let fate get back to you Your reign of terror appetie All the teeth marks from your bite Sink in until you won this fight I wish I wasn’t here tonight I wish I knew So what can I do To end my stories the way that you do You’re asking me while I’m so young and green To turn water into gasoline God I hope he’s having fun This time we’ll let him think he won And let fate be proud of him In the morning when he wakes And thinks about the risks he takes Let fate be proud His reign of terror appetite All the teeth marks from his bite Drain blood until his fate runs dry I wish this time I didn’t try I wish I knew So what can I do To end my stories the way that you do You’re asking me while Im so young and green To turn water into gasoline And it's up to you So so sure its the right thing to do And after all of the things that you’ve seen You’ll turn water into gasoline

l̸̨̨̡͔͖͉̳͕̩̠͂̽͠ǐ̸̡̡̨͚̲̟̪̳̟̗̭̯̜̖̻̙̜̓̆̓́̓̊̈́̀͛͐̄̎̎͂̂͝m̴͙̂͂͌̀̕͜͜i̶̛͓͐̊̑̿̇̌͋̀͆̕͝n̸̞̜̬͓̪̼̖̺̈́̋́́̎̿̓͛̐̃́͑̆̓̎̀̽̉̄̕ā̸̦͚̪̝͎̜͖̠͈̺̠̗̬̓͗̇̎́̒͌͛̊́̈́̎͋̈́̀̈́̕͝͝͝l̸̨̨͇̭͍̬̼͙̩̲͚̠̘̈͒͐̇͂͂̀̉̃͑̓̅̈́ ̶̢̲̭̦͇̤̻̬̮̝͈̜͍͕͐̀̈̐̔͒̑̊͐͋́s̷̛͈̠̬̖͚̱͈̏́̐̈́̈́̑̋̓̓̄͋͛̈́̕p̴̧̡̛̞͔͉̪̤͉͖͖̳̰̠̯̮̳̫̰͔̖͊̈̂̈́͊̌̈́̈́͑ͅą̷̜̬̭̇̒̇̕ͅc̸̨̨̧̛̟̰̣͎̱̗̩̳̭͉͚̬͎͙̳͇̾̿͑́̂̀̈̇̾͑͋̚̕͜͝e̶̺͔͚̫̙̤̳̭̼̗͓̪̜͎̩͚̣̜͎͎̿̈́ ̷͎̹̞̠̖̗̌̚b̸̧̫͙͎̪̘͈̦̣͍̫͈͚͗̊́̒̉͘ͅy̸̧͈̺͚̖̮͒͗̒͒̀̆͊͑͊̏͜͝ͅ ̴̖̖̟̐̃͋̊̽̓̋̔̃̕͠r̵̛̫͎̙͙̰̰͕͌͆ì̸̹̙͑͊͛̈́̓̌̐͋̂̐̂͌͆̈́̈̇̃̈̕͝͝g̸̢̝̳̮̟͓̲͚̞͈͍̣̮̰̦͕͐̆͗̍̈́͒͋͑̋͋̍̀̀̃̂̓̄͂̾͂̚͜b̵̧̨̰̣͓̬͖̞̬̖̘͖̺͇̮̻̣̉̀̋̒̾̓́͗͘͜͜͠y̵̢̢̭͔̠̟̟͖̟̰̝͙̙̻̥̟̱̮͗͆̓͌̐̔͛̌̆̕͜͜͠p̵̛̺̪̈́͒̊͆̈́̓͛̿͐̉̽̄͐̃́͆ͅi̴͔̗̩͎̝͓͔̳͇̬̳̙͔̠̪̺̾̈́́̃̑̿̈́̇̐̒͐͒͘͝ͅc̷̭̝̩͉͇͎͓̩̫͍̖͙̼͚̟̀̔̾͘͝ͅn̷̢̥̞̬̞̝̱͚͙͈̦͈̻̝͔̟̤̖̳͕͇͂̈͌͐͆̃̌̕͜͝į̷̡̧̭̥̱̤̤̯͕̳̖̺͓̺͕̱̺͉̱͎͎̀̏̈́̆̅͛̏̔͊̀͝͝ͅc̸̢̛̩͎̫͍̲̤͍͍̱̱̠͍̟̥̤͍͇̗̍̓̀͘͠l̸̢̨̗͕̫͉͍̗͛͋̋͗͌̃į̶̳͖̲͔̮̯̖̮̤̬̖̖̟̦̗͎͇̟͌̑̓̓́̓͊͠m̴̧̩̝͖̞̰͑͌́i̶̳͔̇̑̈̊̓̎̋͑ ̴̧̨̡̡̨̺̝͙̠̩̩͇͎̙͙̬̝͇͚̘̣͆̓͒̍̓͋̍̓̉̍̓̋̓͆͐̎̐̆̆̆́̚͜͝ͅn̴͕̜̻̰̗͔͈̤̱͔̳̫̔̋̓́͗̾̈́̽̅̂̇̓͗͒͂͌̑̿̕a̷̢̨̢̙̳̖͍̫̹̣̝̺̝̩͖̿̌̊̊̔͘ ̵̪̰̹̮̘͇̩̄a̴̧̡̢͉͓̯̬̪̥͕̰̯̝̟̳̬̣̱̥͔͇̝̾̑̆̎̒̆̋͂̏̋̅̾̆̎̑́̍͐̋̕͜ļ̸̠̯̦̭̹̼̘̰̺̘͇̈́̓̔̒̓́̉́͘ ̵̛̖̹̗̣̲̰͙͍͙̯̬̫͑̐͆͂̏̏̏̔́̑̄͋̆͗̐̕͘͝͠š̴͚͙̐͋̃̆͋̉͂̇̽͛̆͒̓͊̈́͐̒͘̚̚͝p̶̬̱̫̘̺̋̕ͅä̴̢̢̛̙͕͎̜̺̖̞̖͙̩̝̙́̄̅́̅̋̃̈́͜͠ͅͅͅͅc̶̨͕̟̟̣͕̫͓̭̟͈͕̹͕̆̌̓̑͑͑͗̔̇͛͐̌̇͂̚̚͝͠͠e̶̢͔̤͍̜̻̾̎͌ ̴̧̧̛̪̤̜̲̼̟͔̪̲͇̮̰̠̯͉̜̔͐̀̅́̉̅̀̆̇̍̽́͆͊͗̇͒͜͜͝͝b̸̬͍͍̘̹͖̔̈́̂͆̀̇̀̾̃̇͆̓̍͆̊̾͠͝͝ỳ̴̡̤͈͚͍̰̺̘͚̘̫͉̠̖̪̰̙͉̩̰̟̒̇̏́͂͜͜ ̸̡͓̞̭̤̝̬̺̞͚̺̞̼̭̟̟͖̝̠͎͔̐̃̿̾̄̈̄̄̔̾̊́̐̓̈́̀͒̚͝͠ŗ̸͍͙̻͉̼̬͈̗̠͊͐̈̏͆́̊̆̈́̀͒̇͊̄̏̔͐͐̈́͂ͅį̶̪̙̺̘̰̙̠͕̠͉͖̗̞̞̞͇̟͖̭́͒͆͑̄̓̇̏̿̿ģ̶͈͉̳̭̣̳̘̲͎̠͍͙̝͎̙̀͒͑͜ ̷̢̢̢̧̧̛̰͉͉̣̣͔̥̰͉̦̣̞͈̜̳͔̃̓̈́̽͐͒̏̍̀̅̐̂̀̆̈́̈́̈́̈͊̕̕͜b̵̡̛̙̺̩̪͎͊̀͆̈͑͝͠ỳ̷̱͖̬̰̳̘͜ ̴̡̛̘̺͙̪̤̜͓͍̹̜̯̗͉̙̠̮͂̓͜͜p̷̨̬̝̰̜̩͗̋́̓͛̊̾͂̀͌̓̈́́͂̚̚͝͠i̴̩͓̭͙̭͚̲̍͆́́͒̚̕c̴͓͂n̵͎̬̲̥͎͇̳̻͍̼̥̘̜͍̟̘͈̜̲̜̺̏͛̓͋̓̾̑̆͆̑͜͝͠͠i̵͚̬̟̰̘̗͂͐̓̇̾͆́̿̈́̿̋͛͝͠c̵̣͙͈̥̮͚̼͂̾̑̀̿̔͐͑̂̈́͌̌̓́̕ḷ̵̦̱̻̼̯͓̩͇̈̈́͌̐̂͠i̸̢̛̞̜̱̰̞̱̲̗͉̝̻̤͙̣̳͉͙͈͊̀̌̈́̅̔̉̈́̽͑͘͜m̵͚̟̠̫͓̰̣̺͇͉̗͌̈́̀̅͗̏̃̓͊͋̑̿̈́̀̌ͅi̶̖̍͐͊͊̑͘̕ń̷̨̤̙̲̝̖̪̱̪͖͈͐͋̄͌͂͊̎̽̈́͆̀͘ị̷̢̡̥̤̖̟̳̤̤͚̺̪͒̒̈́̀̕͘a̴̧͎̫͉̼̗̜̼̺̩̥̍̎̈́l̷̡̛̬̞͕̱͉̱͉͇̞̭͕͓͚̋̾͒̎̆̈́̅̓̓̈́̅̊̈́́͌̀̕͠͠͝͝s̴̨̨̜̜͇̞̞̯̪̻̙̹̩͙͖̹̞̼͎̘̎̊̊̔̈̔̏ͅp̸̹̠̬̲͕̳̯͍̳͊̄́̈́͂̈́̏̕̕͜͠a̵̧̦͙͉͙̳̓͗̑̓̾̓̿͛̌̋͂̈́͆̕̕͜͝c̸̼̀͆́̓̽̈́̃̓͊̎͊̄̊͌͝͠ ̸̧͖̭̫̾̊̉͒͊̍͐͑́̃̊͊̈͜͝͠͝ḙ̴̟̣̬͈̬̻̻̞͎͎̲̺̜̯̰̣̥̪͕́̑̎͊́̓̈́̂̃̾̍́̇͑͗͛̚͠ ̸̯͚̣͚̳̃͛̽̓͌͋̊͊̉͂̋̑̓̄͗͘͝ͅb̷̛͈͇̗̜̦̣̘̭̹̍̈͋̔͊̽͑̚͝y̴̧̨̘̗͉̭̣̮̗̗̲̦̜̐̓̑̆̉͋̀̃̏̏͗̀̌͑̓̆͐͌̕͝ṛ̷̨̡̛͈̥̪̲̳̖̩̤̺̞̟̻͈͔͕̩̣̭̎̇͗́̂͂̇̆͑̄̾̊̓͆̀̎̌͘̕̕͘͜͠í̸̼͓̥̭͋̓̿͛̏̕̕͝g̴͎̱̲͈͇̐̊͗͑̽͊́͆͋́͂̓̅̕̕ͅͅ ̵̧͔̦͍̲̖̻͉͉͎̳̳͖̙̜̳͔͙̄̑̄̽̄̑̔̑͋̆̓̇͑͠ͅb̵̧̡̫̻̬͈̱̦̯̩͍̤̗̙̖̄̍̏̔̅́̊͗̇̊̉̚͜͜͠ͅ ̶̗̹̔̂̀̽̎̌͌͋y̴̢̧͓̥̤̜̘̥͕̳̠̠̳͕͂͆̄͒͒̕̚ ̷̞̻̖͈̃̋͆͛̂̈́̍̄̈́̓̾͗̉̾̀̃͌̕p̷̨̺͈̪̹͚͖̯̩͉̗̮̻̙̩̠͙̈̊͜į̶̛͉̘͇̟͕̭̩͓͖̭̘̩̲͚͎̝̪͐̇̉c̸͍͚̟̺̻̦̤̻̫̖͕̫͇̕n̴̈́̊̐̒̇̾̊̀̀̕͘͠ͅi̴̡̧̭̺͍̫͚̦̬̬̯̣̥̮͚͉̳̇͆͂̽̀c̷̪͖͔͋̍̄̀̉́̊̒͘ ̴͓̻̞̮̹̞͎̻̟̮̥͇̹͎̝̯̰̭̅̃͌̍͐͋͂̋̎̆̓̒̎̆̈́̎̽̈͝͝ͅl̶̡̨͈̫͕͓̣̗̠̝̈́͒̾̂̇́̀̀̈̆̈̿̆͗̔̇̌͘̕͜͝͠͠ĭ̵̢͙̠̖̜̣̫̜̓͗̔͗̓͊́̾̈̀̀̅͠͝m̶̧̡̧̝͈̖̠̩̩͙̥̞̮̖͔̮͊͂͌̏͋̆̆́͘i̵̥͙͂͐̂n̶̨̖͔̻̘̿͐̾̄͆̈́̂̉̈́͝͠í̸̢̛̛̥̺̘̹͎̼̜̣̹͕̹̪̺̬͆́͂̅̈͑͒̈́̾̕͜͝ā̷̡͎̟ͅḻ̵̢̞͎̘͓͓͉̬̮̭̙͗̐̒̀̀͋̑̓́́͑͗̈́̈́͗͌̓͘̚̚͜͠s̶͇̙̥̩̠͓͕̝̮͈̟̙̞̍̍̆̀̌̈́̍͑̆̈́̉̕̚͝p̵̢̡̜̜̰̠͕͖̬̤͉̱͈͎̜̫̔̓̽̒͌́̇̊͆͋͒̎͐̐̚͜͝a̵̧̢̨̨͓̤͍̯̻̮̖̦͍̺͍̖̎͜ ̸̡̧͖̳̤̤͔͕̮̥̀̏̉́́̏̔̈́́̓͑͛̀̃̇̀̒͋̌͒̍̄͘ĉ̸̨̛͚̭̺̳̣̣͚̌̇̎̐ͅę̵̤̼̲̹̝́̐̏̃̑͐̅͑̚̚͝͝ͅͅb̷̡̗̫̣̬̙̘̩̳̈́̒̃͆͆̇̌̈́͛̐̒̀͌͑̑̐̿̓̿͗͠͝y̴̡̧̨̖͙͙̼̟̦̳̼̟͈̅͛̍̑͂͗̓͗̀̂͘̕r̴͇͕͕̰̳͔̯̩͔͚̯̹̺͓̰̝̝͔̞̾̇͒̔̈́́̉̃́̊͜͝ͅͅ ̶̨̹̹̣̩̪̺̬̲͕̝̯̎̆̽̊͊͜i̶̦̹̳̩̪̽̑͑̾͛̏͒ͅg̸̡͖̞̩̫̝͇̠̝͚̼̝͛̉̓͛̿̈́̊̾̌̽̾̔͆̇̾̇͗̾͂͜͠͝͠b̵̲̲̥̲͗̍͑̋̓͒̓͆̇̒̈̾́̍̓͂̀̑̎͌͌̚̚y̵̡̧̼̰̩̘̹̯̥̭̦͎̰͔̼̲͔̜̱̦̯̥͓̾̍̌̑͒̃̏̑̈́̄̄͐̑̑̃͂́̊̈̕̚̕p̶͗͑̌̇̑͛̈́͒̔̑̚̚͠͝ͅ ̴̰̩̦̭̆̊͒̿̍̒͋̿̏̃̚͠ỉ̷̛͕̺̄̒͗̈̃̾͋̉̏̊̀̈͑̀̌̄̌̊̚͠͝c̶̨̻̹̜͈̜͓̹̥͚͇̬̲̰̽̑̈́̊̃̂͌͛͋͜ņ̴̛̮͎̹̜̘̤̮̩̣̝̰̺̣̓̽̀̌́̀̄̀͆͒̈́̅́͆̄͝į̴̡̢̜̺̹̬̭͓̼̳̯̟̻̯̠͔̜̥̔̌͛͆͊̿̎̿͘ç̵̜̬̳̱̲̗̲̘̞̼̝̖̺̗̺̣͍̞̭͕̃̄̀̀̊͛̐͛̒̅͛̃̒̑̋̇́̉̚͠͠ͅl̸̠͖͖̤̃̄͒͒̂̓̅͐̇̒̚ĩ̶̩͙̳͓̝͍̹͍̗̥͚̫̲̻̥̣̯̘̗̘͐̾͜ ̶̧̺̪͖̙̫̘̟̺̲̞̦̦̺̫̈͐̈́ͅm̸̡͓̳͇̗̞̱̼͖̰̙͑̅͛͂ǐ̶̡̡̢̮̫͍̘͚̟͖͔̬͚͇̰͖̊͊̈́͝ͅn̶̟͓͍̘̲̰̻͓̰̟͑̀̑̏̃̋́̓̈̈́̌̚̚ą̷̛̘̝̖̞̂̈́͛͗̓̑̄̓̽̑͐̽̿̿̄̋͘͜l̸̨̡̧̻̱͇̘̲̦͕̗̻͚͕̥̲̯̻̱̬͇̬̀̋̆̽̂̓̑̈́͊̑̉̇͆̆̏͑̀̋̊͌́͒͝s̷̨̧̧͍̳͉̳̖͉̠̗̦̲̓̎͘͝p̸̱͖̥̯̥͈̙̬͖̀̎̓̊̓̊͂̉̋̿̕͜ͅạ̸̧̢̧̟̗͍̥͖̘̻̻̤̼̭͐͐̎̅̔̽͜c̵̛̛̙̮̩̤̯̻̹̟̿͐̌̾͛̓̽̍̈́̔̄̿̐̊͂͘̚ẻ̸̛͕̙̘̖̲̮̭̱̎̒̈́͠ ̸̡̢̤̼̖͕̰̙͔͇̺͓̹̠̼̥͉̉̃́͝b̸̨̛̲͚͙̼̥̳͖̣̺̠̯͕̭̅̀̈́͛̓͐́͋̍̇̇̈́͋̊̐́̅̽̕ͅͅy̸̧̠͇̟̗͋̒͜r̴̢͈̼͇̮̹̮͈̯̭͎̰̭͉͈̤̖̬̻̮͈̎͌̈͊̓̌̅̏̈́̊͐́͆̉͛͗̃̚̚͜͠ͅį̶̡̡̨͓̯̤̜͇̫̼͚̯̥̪͉̲̖̒̈͌̇́͗̐̎ġ̷̡̡̤͓͓͉͓̱̘͈̗̜͕̗̘̀̔̓̓̔͆̽̓͐̈́̓͝h̵̬̩̪̥͈̲̺̖͇͇͕̭̮̣̘̖̦̘̜͕̠̐̋̀̋̇̄͝b̶̨͖̞̳͇̞̼͚͇̮̣̐̍́̈́̚ỹ̵̧̢̨̢͉̭͓͉͚̲̻̰̖̬͍̥͔̼͕͈̯̋̈̈̉͌͝ ̴͚̻̠̞̣̞̎̊̆͂͆̓p̵̧͎̜̹͓͈̫̜̯͍̔̉̋̈́͑̈̈́͆̑̊̒̓̊̓͜͠ḭ̴̢̟̤͙̣͌̍̂͋̑́͝ç̸̧̧̡͔͙͍̗͚̫̘̲̐̈̉̊̑̿̓̈̉̇̅̔͊̌͗̀̊͌̑̓̅͠ͅͅn̴̨̠̯̭͎̲̺̞̤͇̊i̸̧̢̭̮͇̞͙̫̯͎̮͖̳͚̘̥̹͇͗͜ͅͅͅͅc̵͍͐̈́̌̈̈͒̈́͑̿͒

It’s not so simple yet, I’m as bad you imagined and I took all I could get You can’t make me miss my friends you can’t make me feel like tying loose ends Cause it shows how much you know yeah it shows how much you know What a sight for my sore eyes I was only being stupid wasn’t tryna get a rise You can’t make me get the bends answering every question with “yes” and “it depends” Cause it shows how much you know yeah it shows how much you know Always getting started when it ends put my shirt on backwards you’ll tell me cause we’re friends It’s a secret keep it between All the movies we watched off screen I kid myself cause Cause it shows how much you know, yeah it shows how much you know Always getting started when it ends put my shirt on backwards you’ll tell me cause we’re friends It’s a secret keep it between All the movies we watched off screen I kid myself cause

Had a bad dream about finding my scream burned out You taught me how to write it out Now I think I know what the ending’s about Guess I have come of age cause I hope you read each page And now my secrets finally out Now I think you know what the ending’s about It’s up to you you’re in my head What’s left to do, I want you instead I’ll kiss you the lips and try to come to grips I burned my bridges in the drought Now I just don’t care what the ending’s about It’s up to you you’re in my head What’s left to do, I want you instead

Up close and in full force I wrote the book and sold the chords Don’t you mishear me, I’m on my way We just don’t feel like there’s much left here to say