You left me like a bird leaves it's pedestrian soul Stranded on a desert island You just flew away And I'm stagnant as the sky; a backdrop for your setting
These streets are paved with bloody asphalt And all roads lead to the capital The people stand there holding their hands out And they're begging for more
We've walked too far to fall to our knees. If there's an answer, it's lost on me. Is freedom so abstract that it can't be found without keeping someone
I'm brave, or at least I used to be But another day is gone and you've gone away And that's ok, I've learned to live with my mistakes I keep them safely
It seems so clinical; the things we do are minimal. Half-heart smiles and token wit, But we're not saying shit. Our eyes bat back and forth, we're physical
I'll greet the sun today, barely standing on my own two feet. But if there's a truth to find: I will find it. I've seen saints become abandonment and
I'm drunk on the vestiges of a dying scene What's left: impressions of what it really means. To be a part of something bigger than the system that unjustly
Sit down if it suits you, darling. Pour yourself a drink. Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think. I've got a two ton iron weight
Congratulations are in order You made it out alive You don't have to have a conscience I'll be far out of your sight Counting all the things I have done
This room revolves at 33 RPMs And this broken record is all I?ve got These crooked walls are all I have left to protect me From the pain that waits outside
My faith is only here in jest. Inside: the same spiraling stupor. I can't help but think that this all will end with me letting myself down. I get used
Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook: They were all for you. Looking back today at a history of forty pages. This will be the last one
Lift my head and see it through Because I don?t know what else to do Everything else just goes wrong All I can do is write these songs (And this song?
It's time to make something out of nothing. It's time to stop complaining. It's time to leave this fucking grief miles behind. There's nothing worth
You're too young to let this city destroy you And you're too old to be afraid. Don't believe the hype; we've so much left to live for. You're much too
I understand what you're going through And I wish that I could help you But all we are is hollow If we don't learn to make it full I know it's hard to