Don't wander off
And don't wonder why
For no one is coming

After all your confidence
It's of no consequence

As you kiss the finger
Of this ghastly tired mess
Did you find the signs were there

Standing out, screaming loud

Well, damn you're certain damn fuss
And damn you're without a care, air

I'll stand, I'll stand
And raise this fucking hand
But I'll never ever tell you why

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Writer(s): Pete Loeffler, Sam Loeffler