The Academy Is...

Shed rather repair her face with the lights turned off,
the door wide open in an empty house.
the frozen minutes are melting slow,
as she watches from the window.
the street lights flickering like a tongue that cant stop licking.
like the cat that got the cream.
shes never gonna be,
shes never gonna be quite satisfied.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
theres not much left inside your chest,
but its worth much more than what you see.
every burden has a version in somebody else.
she smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight.
shed rather be enjoying the silent stillness of the suburbs after midnight.
whats the point? dont try to hide, dont justify a thing.
shes so naive to think shed be capable,
like the cat that got the cream.
shes never gonna be quite satisfied.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
theres not much left inside your chest.
but its with much more than what you see.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
theres not much left inside your chest.
but its worth much more than you think.
and this will be the last time you hide your eyes behind your hair.
this will be the last time, this will be the last time.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
theres not much left inside your chest.
but its worth much more than what you see.
just like a hundred dollar bill.
fold it up and tear it at the crease.
theres not much left inside your chest.
but its worth much more than what you see.
this will be the last time you hide your eyes behind your hair.
this will be the last time, this will be the last time, oh.
this will be the last time you hide your eyes behind your hair.
this will be the last time, theres one last chance to say goodbye.
[ Every Burden Has A Version Lyrics ]