Blabber Mouth

I'm tired of your open mouth,

Crawling inside my skin,

Endless pain we never quit,

The fight within that pride's begun,

Saying its too late,

What a man's got he'll learn to hate.



Forget the time I said I would,

Replace that with I never will,

Beyond the facts held in your face,

Ignore the facts beyond your nose,

Saying it's too late,

What a man's got he'll learn to hate.



Grow up

Now without meaning,

No response, no revealing...

Just grow up!



Wrong...

Wrong...

Wrong...

Wrong...

Chevelle - Family System - Wonder What's Next