Hey Miss Die A Little cuts and bruises will always heal but you still pick your poisons when you dream of alcohol and pills hey Miss Die A Little how do you expect yourself to live Punch me awake we're the uninspired there'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired the world is for the living, not the dead but we're still the uninspired Hey Mr. Always Wonder why's the inside of your head so filled cause you can't see your future through all the walls you've ever built hey Mr. Always Wonder how do you expect yourself to live Punch me awake we're the uninspired there'll be no white flags over the heads of the sick and tired maybe it's the standing still that kills what's alive inside us the world is for the living, not the dead but we're still the uninspired March me in wi