My Cup's Half Empty

My Cup's Half Empty - Arsonists Get All The Girls

The hunt is over now

You've almost made it out

It took us several days

To remove your tumor thought benign

Bracing for it

My how the tables have turned

My how the tables have turned

Don't look down

I hold in my hands the answers to life

Six heads to a neck and I know

They try to survive in the night

Thick are their wits they have many names

They reach for a kiss and end

All of those with alloy and aim

Trust

Trust us hate condemns this won't hurt a bit

Trust us they'll say this won't hurt a bit

Pain has the worst taste in its mouth

Anger will deliver you into the deepest of mind

Hate condemns a man of trusting his love

Time knows truth is only saying I I