Lyrics:

Passion, ask this question to love, 'how tall is my
faith?'
Since it's all been run out by this tear to the left of
my chest
It was quickly occupied by a few of my old friends,
Who quickly express themselves in four letter words

Bad mouth in my taste, it's all for you

Introduce yourself hate, just remember you only get one
chance at first impression make it good
When you try your best and they're not impressed, take
it like you should
You stand in front of one of the greatest plans ever to
be executed
And low and behold ironically posed behind it all was
you

Bad mouth in my taste, it's all for you

The day I decided to wear my heart on my sleeve
I came home, shirtless, bareback wondering why it was
so cold in here
With marks on my wrist from those swipes at the heart,
Or was it at the sleeve? Taking your own again, so cold
in here
And I'll take you at the wrist
Those rather lion esque characteristics could result in
death,
Those are the ones that can swipe at your heart

I'll take you, wrist at the wrist and we'll do it again

So cold in here