I Can’t Seem To Tell (Acoustic Demo) The Menzingers

One, two, three, four

Well the silence hasn't been broken
As we reach the point of utter disgust
As the weeks drag on, the lies unfold
All the alcohol loses its touch
And I once held your words close to my heart
With a knife protecting all of them
But now we've made our beds in a deep, dense forest
Where sounds
Won't ever take the blame

As I take my hands to the cold, dark dirt
In a search for roots now lost forever
With one last great hope of a messiah
I check the time and admit to the surrender terms
Remember the days when I had a conscience, slightly audible
But it's still worth mentioning, like the flood
That comes without any warning

Any warning, any warning, any warning
Any warning, any warning, any warning

Oh I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
If it's my head or the earth that's spinning around
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
I can't seem to tell
Anymore