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