A word so wrongfully abused
Put me through hell, live, live
The sounds of silence often soothe
What does friend mean to you?
Date
Your expiration date
My own clean slate
Are you like me, confused?
Why's it have to be this way
This was the last time
Be this way
Alone
A child sings an unclaimed tune
Be this way
Flowers watched through wide brown eyes bloom
Be this way
Be this way
Be this way
Shapes and colors shift with mood
Be this way
At seven a.m. on a Tuesday, usual August
Songwriters: Jerry Cantrell, Michael Inez, Sean Kinney, Layne Staley
All included but you
I'm still young, it'll be me
I can't wake, I gotta wake
Rapid brown avoid clear blue
Irate
You say I can do it so well
You take your plate
Makes you shake
Makes your eyes dilate
Be this way
Direct your fate
Hate
Fate
Be this way
Be this way
To never really stay, never will
And don't fuck with me again
Publisher: BUG MUSIC LTD.
Pupils widen and change their hue
Innocence spins cold cocoon
Why's it have to be this way
Don't fuck with me again
Grow to see the pain too soon
Next week I'll be twenty-eight
Expiration date
Off the wall I scrape you
It causes wake, to drown this hate
Be this way
To cause this wake, I gotta wake no more
Your expiration date