Those things you didn't saynAre tossed and blown awaynLike leaves onto the ground In a dark townnLike leaves set up to fallnIt's not an artist's world at allnIt's just a playground for the limp to try and stand tallnnBut if you're lovin' someone give it upnCause in 31 you'll find your outta lucknWhen comes the time to say you've had enough?nnLeave it up to menThe light will set us freenOr it can strike us blind like white linesnThrow me out to seanCause I'm tired of bending kneesnAnd I'm sick of letting down your bright townnnAnd if you're lovin' someone give it upnCause in 31 you'll find your out of lucknWhen comes the time to say you've had enough?nnAnd when there's nothin' left to do nYou'll fall down on your back and taste the shorenOf things you feel you never should've faced beforenYou'll settle up the scorenAnd when I leave the town of exponential borenI know they'll only be there just expecting morenThey settle up the scorenThey settle up the scorenThey settle up the scorennBy thirty and a daynWe're meant to have it madenBut I'm afraid unsurity won't passnAnd we'll be left back