Straight Up! - The Amity Affliction

Just take a look around, look what you’re leaving behind

Get rid of the glare fused with lightning strikes, it burns me alive

Fold your arms, like sedatives and bleed it out

Not with your suicide, but with a dream

We’ll all sing

We’ll all hail the end

High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember.

That broken chairs aren’t vessels for escape

They’re just reminders of what we waste

And all this talk of dying… take a look around

We all feel, like dying, sometimes

But the, courage to go on, to keep living

Is the more admirable choice

High hopes will burn that rope and bend the blade, just remember

That broken chairs aren’t vessels for escape

They’re just reminders of what we waste

All all is talk of dying, is.

just getting old…

Straight up

We are here

To give you, the chance

To turn your, broken hearts

Into smiles again