So lets not even try to read
Let's bottle it up and throw it out the window
It's becoming all so clear in my mind
I've thought this thing through more than once so
Try and feel that this is my last request to you
Hold your breath
Bottle it up
And save it for the next words
It's safe to say we've been
Writtin' this all night
None of this would ever change your mind
Is it ever safe to love if we're okay
Now were both wounded
I pray this day can open up your eyes
Consequence
It's our name
In times like these feelin' free
It's our modern disease
You're a cry for disaster
With a knack for losing your exterior
I'm so sick of staring at the mirror
This all needs a break from you
And I'm used to this
I fear
That I am just an end
So you play the mistaken
And I'll be the victim in arm
Screaming in desire
I'm still writing the letters
That I'll never send
Running in circles
I can't forget how many times
I've played this in my mind
Feelin' free,
Feelin' free
Consequence
It's our name
It times like these feelin' free
It's our modern disease
You're a cry for disaster
With a knack for losing your exterior
I'm so sick of starring at the mirror
This is my panic
This is my call to arms
Writer(s): Grant Brandell, Christopher Dudley, James Smith, Aaron Gillespie, Timothy Mctague, Spencer Chamberlain
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