In Passing Seven One Seven lyrics

So hold on, it's more than I can take
Can't save you everyday
It can't always be your way
(I can't right your mistakes)

There is a box and it remains unopened
You have two fears, fingers crossed
And you're hoping that you won't be
That ordinary, that it won't be long

There is a paper in your pocket
You that was chosen by the guilty
With gavels they have spoken
And there's a stutter in your step
That won't let you forget

We'll take this to our graves

That's all that I can say
There's comfort in the quiet scene
Providing lines to read between

And these hallowed halls
And postered covered walls
Aren't enough for you
To see what I mean

We'll take this to our grave
There's little left to say
It would be fatal anyway
It really is that simple