Passed out in your yard    My clothes were soaking in the morning rain    My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma    Like a battered drone    All my limbs are numb       I've been driving past your house    Been pounding at your door    I know I'm just a peon to you    But I deserve more    Than arrogance    Condolences    My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn    And the morning dew... kissed them       Drunk on Bastille Day    Throwing pennies at the broken birds    Scribbling plans on napkins    A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed    My bandages       Stumbled over to your house    I'll sneak in the back door    I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before    The argument, the accident    Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent    And my hour is spent    I can't afford it this time    I can't afford this time    I can't afford this time    I can't afford it...       The hour has come for retribution    I'm storming the walls down    I'm storming the walls down    The hour has come for retribution    I'm storming the walls down    I'm storming the walls down    Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone    I'm storming the walls down    I'm storming the walls down