from the "Crocodile Tears" EP out May 6th 2014. https://www.facebook.com/brigadesband White is the color of my wildest dreams, Like the pills I took for my self esteem. The past is bold, but I'm righting the wrongs, As I bang my head to disposable songs. I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned. I need to regild, Revise the chapters that I've turned. Call off the hunt, Call off the search. I saw it poised, I saw it perched. Like a subtle dove, On the shoulder of another man's worth. Clear as the writing on the wall, I always knew that this was my fault. Voices coming from the hall, telling me to take the fall. Clear as the writing on the wall, I always knew that this was my fault. Standing still, I felt distraught. My guts are tied up in a knot. The vial I keep my hardships in irritates my skin, It's filled to the brim. This fucking place has severed my limbs, On testing grounds of sink or swim. I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned. I need to regild, Revise the chapters that I've turned. Our lives unfold into maps of stories untold. There's an antidote to help the process as we grow old.