Chevelle - Jars lyrics
[Chevelle - Jars lyrics]
Hold onto chance lest we bleed ourselves
Then save for the pets they’re the loneliest
Put into jars we’ll save this earth
Put into jars we’ll save this earth
We can’t both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like
Blood stole the summer scent from me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We’ll add enough of the world
Steal from yourselves it never felt so good
And feed from their hand’s
Confuse by opposites
Put into jars we’ll save this earth
Put into jars keep saving the earth
We can’t both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like
Blood stole the summer scent from me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We’ll add enough of the world
This world we’ll add enough of the world
Feeling manic for a day
Depends on the trends depends on the surface
If the sun never sets
We can’t both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like
Blood stole the summer scent from me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We’ll add enough of the world
It's the main thing you shout
'til the bitter end into jars
Then save for the pets they’re the loneliest
Put into jars we’ll save this earth
Put into jars we’ll save this earth
We can’t both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like
Blood stole the summer scent from me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We’ll add enough of the world
Steal from yourselves it never felt so good
And feed from their hand’s
Confuse by opposites
Put into jars we’ll save this earth
Put into jars keep saving the earth
We can’t both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like
Blood stole the summer scent from me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We’ll add enough of the world
This world we’ll add enough of the world
Feeling manic for a day
Depends on the trends depends on the surface
If the sun never sets
We can’t both become the same
Pawn that's made to fall
Oil that tastes like
Blood stole the summer scent from me to you
You're stabbing me through you
You're stabbing you through him
And betting most of this world
We’ll add enough of the world
It's the main thing you shout
'til the bitter end into jars