Silversun Pickups

Remove a bullet from my head
Extracting over confidence
Hidden so easy to pretend
Too bad the rush was found again
I can see the pictures on the floor
Sketches of what was there before
Three came from one little seed
The last one is all i need
I can hear the bottle on the ground
We turned the corner safe and sound
No thought of him as it was done
A clean execution
A clean execution
Cool like the ocean
Burned like a summer home
Fooled by the notion
That the sums don't add up at all