Lyrics

I?m falling from standards
Adopted, abandoned
The I?ve demanded
Keeps burning my hands and


It?s something I can?t place
A warm look, a fast pace
My moral entangled
In rhythm, in language
The next thing that I know
I?m living the battle
We?re all in this solo
Together but alone


Counting on regrets
You think you know
Counting on regrets
Gotta let it go
Let it go


A dollar entangles
In all the wrong right angles
And I?ve been looking for angles
In old el Diablo?s stable
I?m willing and I?m able
And on good days I?m somewhat stable


Counting on regrets
You think you know
Counting on regrets
Gotta let it go
Let it go