God gave you a face that could crush a tough devotion
you left my hands no matter how hard i was holding
what kind of punishment do i expect for being distant
i don’t expect a second chance and I'm man enough to admit it
the steps i never learned, were lost in my fathers words
the chances i never gave you, were lost in my mothers journal
i use invisible ink because secrets are hard to keep
and these seven days weeks have a habit of making you weak
forget give everything again
the same traps ripped my lifeline in unforgiving shreds
so look around you and pick up any pieces you can find
but i can’t promise the big picture will be finally be right
I have memories, my roadblock, stopping a new chapter from birth
the sunny days don’t seem to outweigh the way the night hurts
faster than i watched myself become a ghost
the mirror told me lies until my ear drums burst
So i lit the short fuse, the explosion killed us all
now i sit around and wait for the season to fall
so involved in love we lost our shot, our only chance
what’s your poison baby-doll, pity or romance?
I want this to stop, i reached out, you looked away
get out of my guilt, you’re not welcome to stay
I'm acting like we need to have one last conversation
or it’s never gonna end, gotta end the fascination
I decided When the dizziness subsides in the endless car ride
of scenery and blurry skies, i would escape that sky
chasing us around the country, outsmarting the moon
i need to get home, i need to go home soon
before the stairs and front door change places
me chasing my tail won’t seem so mundane and tasteless
the way you made life race, the passion in your face
had 50 years of trying to find a perfect pace
hiding under the constant depression of your lows and highs
i had reason, but even more i had you by my side
when midnight called us away from reading and dreams
when the blanket fell off your beautiful freezing feet
my eyes never heavy, ready for the wide awake
smash into a million pieces, when the last straw would break
the future is coming, it’s the past in a fancy dress
upset that I'm not listening or in my sunday best
You want baby talk, but orphans like me are tongue tied
30 miles from new york and you can still see the lights
hold the horizon hostage, shoot the breeze for moving
look what it cost us, look what we’re doing.....
I want this to stop, i reached out, you looked away
get out of my guilt, you’re not welcome to stay
I'm acting like we need one last conversation
or it’s never gonna end, gotta end the fascination
All my friends are getting divorced, i was in the weddings
maybe my bad luck has a habit of spreading
It’s a vulnerable place, far from inner space
with more love than the handles surrounding your waist
I'm not going to pretend to know how you handle me
but my secret victories are your public tragedies
i’ve teaching myself how to play the drums
so i can beat the hell out of something other than my tongue
a new outlet, letting myself get out
from all traps you set up in the underground
at this level we can finally see eye to eye
but that’s because we both know how to lie
down and let our demons finally find rest
by whispering, god is the only answer to death
tough calls and night-sweats, panic driven last steps
touching on sensitive subjects and regret
these kind of songs will haunt you, but i really don’t mind
looking back on the drama makes today feel fine
drink up, three cheers for all the cheap shots
the ones you drink and the ones you caught
behind your back with your ears wide open
this is me, honest, run down, coping.....
I'm sorry for bringing it up, here’s some dirt and a shovel
bury this next to the last 2 years and all of your trouble.
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