Merry-Go-Round - Matt Skiba

I’m letting go again

Somehow it’s different this time

Starting to play again

Like the

Here we go again

Like a merry-go-down

Crashing and burn again

Before a mortified crowd

And when the curtain comes dropping down on all of this

And when the hearts begin to roll who will confess?

If I should live to tell the tale I’ll do my best

To leave in all the gory details, phantom limbs and entrails

I’ll never forget

No, no

No, I’ve had it up to here with this burning desire

I’ve burnt it black again but grows back greener each time

And when the curtain comes dropping down on all of this

And when the hearts begin to roll who will confess?

If I should live to tell the tale I’ll do my best

To leave in all the gory details, phantom limbs and entrails

I’ll never forget

No, no