The Lyric Book.

Set it off- Bleak December

Give me, give me, give me the truth now
I promise I can handle it if you can
Cause you've been running from yourself for way too long
So give me any reason not to cut you out
You're far too gone, yeah

Watch you pretending, you know it all,
Shift any blame outside
Vending the victim when it cells
How do you even sleep at night?
As I drive and drive

In that bleak December, you're just too cold
But I need the answer, before you'd fold
You would hold your cards inside your chest
I think I drove too far for that bleak December
And how full of s*** you are, how full of s*** you are

I really, really, really wanna know you
And not all the fifty f****** personalities inside your skull
If you'd stop trying to steal the spotlight and steal the show
Then maybe you would have a better chance at not dying alone
So I hit the road

In that bleak December, you're just too cold
But I need the answer, before you fold
You would hold your cards inside your chest
I think I drove too far for that bleak December
And how full of s*** you are

Now what are you to me
But a fly inside a web of lies you weave
You're not fooling anyone, not you, not me
So I wonder how you stay alive
When all I do is freeze

In that bleak December, you're just too cold
But I need the answer, before you fold
You would hold your cards inside your chest
I think I drove too far for that bleak December

In that bleak December, you're just too cold
But I need the answer, before you fold
You would hold your cards inside your chest
I think I drove too far for that bleak December
And how full of s*** you are