I'd love if you could share with me some insight, on how the fuck you can manage to sleep at night. I bet you hide under your covers from the guilt and fright. You know i'm on the hunt now, don't you turn your lights out. Ad hominem is on lockdown. Not for a second does that mean i've given up my crown. It's not over 'til we're, both of us, beneath the ground. And don't you dare expect me to ever say i'm sorry. Who starts it? Who ends it? Who fucking cares? It's been hard to cover my mouth. But you don't know what you're talking about. Debate taints every talk. Day after day, Right after wrong. It's been hard, to hold it all in. "I told you so"s are a sign i've worn thin. So shut up, (Shut up) and i'll hear, (Dear god) "Dear god, you were right all along." Right all along. Shut up So what's taking you so long. Shut up I've always thought that the world must hate me, I need an anchor to tether me to sanity. chains scraping up the ground, angrily. My tolerance is captive, too late for retroactive thoughts. Outburst unrehearsed. You'll get the sharp end of the stick when I'm at my worst. I go to check rock bottom, but you got there first. I expect a nightmare prep for the unfair. Who starts it? Who ends it? Who brings it up? Day after day. Who loves it? Who hates it? Who cares? It's been hard just to cover my mouth. But you just don't know what you're talking about. Debate strains every talk. Day after day, Right after wrong. It's been hard, holding everything in. "I told you so"s are a sign i've worn thin. But eventually, i'll hear, (Dear God) "Dear god, you were right all along." Right all along. Shut up So what's taking you so long. Shut up I'm at wits end without a doubt, My patience is running out, Arguing in circles, and nothing gained. You call yourself a die-hard, let me call you a try-hard. So we don't think the same, quit clawing at my brain. It's driving me insane. It's been hard just to cover my mouth. But you just don't know what you're talking about. Debate strains every talk. Day after day, Right after wrong. It's been hard, holding everything in. "I told you so"s are a sign i've worn thin. Shut the fuck up, (Shut up) i'll hear, (Dear god) "Dear god, you were right all along." Right all along. Shut up So what's taking you so long. Shut up

I know i've been a little distant. Don't try to ask what that could mean. It's hard to work with the pressure, appreciate the gesture, but i need privacy. So, could you please pay no attention to the fuck behind the curtain? I'll have something done in due time. So please don't be uncertain that i've worsened. I swear i'm fine. Don't you ever mind. For now i'm trying out my battle cry. 'Cuz if i used it now someone would die. I've had my practice in the weeks gone by, and it's a miracle i'm still alive. If i could have one week to put time on pause, or maybe just one day, for me to fix all my flaws. And then some. It's not like i'm out of commission. It just takes time to mend a wound and let your scars show up. And no, i'm not hiding, i'm just finding that my one-two punch is not enough. That's why i'm working on my battle cry. What i've started, i've ended. it's been a while since i've been caught red handed. And still they press, for what i do in my spare time. So how much time is enough, For me to set things right? I don't want to play catch-up. I just want to put up a fight. That's why i'm working on my battle cry. 'Cuz if i used it now you'd surely die. I've had my practice in the years gone by, So thank my mercy that you're still alive. When you feel the signs, you'd better run. When you hear my voice, you'd better run. When you see my face, you'd better run. Don't you turn your lights out, because i'm having fun.

The view from down here is anything but pretty. Been knocked and dented as the pieces fall in place. Etched in the cold, steel sides of my enclosure, maps of circuits that aren't easy to replace. I read social cues like inputs. What I spit out isn't formatted to read. Your concerns are efficiency, utility, what you can get out of me. 'cause all I am is a machine. Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out. You only show up just before I shut down. It's time to check on your machine. Only look behind the casing if there's smoke, would be a shame to have another circuit blow. Your concerns aren't proper handling, or wiring, just what you get out of me. 'cause all I am is a machine. Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out. You only show up just before I shut down. You never let me break, just only fall apart. Patch me up and I'll restart. Don't ever let me think. Was never meant to speak. 'cause all i am is a machine. And I don't need the time of day. Those kinds of arguments aren't called for anyway. You'll leave me be. Let my meters drop and fade. And maybe someday I'll be easy to replace. 'cause all i am is a machine. Fuel me up and hear my gears creak out. Only show up just before I shut down. You never let me break, just only fall apart. Patch me up and I'll restart. Please don't ever let me think. I was never meant to speak. 'cause all I am is a machine. (a machine) 'cause all I am is a machine. (a machine) 'cause all I am is a machine.

Well it’s hard for kids like us to grow up. Our nostalgia comforts us, the world’s so dangerous out there. You’ve tried your best to care. Before the pressure takes hold of us the world’s puppeteering us. I’m right here Although you haven’t said a word, I can hear your problems loud and clear. So can you see straight? or do I need more silver paint? (or do i need more silver paint?) If you're a cold blooded freak, or a hot headed creep. Sing it loud. I’ll regret what I'll say, bring it up anyway. Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking out loud. Though our sight's on the stars we won’t get very far. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) So tell me is this enough? Tell me if it’s too much. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) (Am I trying too hard?) Well we all know when push comes to shove. Feeling insignificant to life’s indifference to all. I’ll help you break your fall. From the mindless attention-getters, you could do so much better. I’m right here. Although i haven’t said a word, It's clear, i'm just another mirror. So can you see straight? Maybe i need more silver paint? (silver paint, silver paint, silver paint) If you're a cold blooded freak, or a hot headed creep Sing it proud. I would change everything would that change anything? Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking out loud. Though our sight’s on the stars we won’t get very far. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) So tell me is this enough? Tell me if it’s too much. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) All your antics can come off as bizarre. You know it’s possible to push it too far. You never knew that acts could be too loud. What does it mean to be picked out in a crowd? We’re the fools. We lose our cool. And fall away, From all the shame. So when in doubt, It’s easier to cut the act. If you're a cold blooded freak, or a hot headed creep Sing it Proud. I would change everything would that change anything? Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking out loud. (Am I trying too hard?) Though our sight’s on the stars we won’t get very far. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) So tell me is this enough? Tell me if it’s too much. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) I’ll regret what I say, bring it up anyway. Am I trying too hard? (Am I trying too hard?) You’re a cold blooded freak, i'm a hot headed creep, Am I trying too Hard? (Am I trying too hard?) you’re a cold blooded freak, I’m a hot headed creep, tell me is this too much? (Am I trying too hard?) I’d change everything would that change anything? I’ll regret what I'll say. (Am I trying too hard?) Being stuck in the dark ain't a walk in the park. Tell me now. (Am I trying too hard?)

No one special at 14. Official exception at 15. Confirmed one-in-ten by 16. The next year slips me. Just a name 18. Just a mess at 19. Two decades gone and still above the ground at least It’s dangerous to speak Takes too much energy It's Harder now to see What really bothers me So please don’t shout. It’s much to quiet, now. I’ve found my place in vacancy. Leaving things behind so they can find me. Thunderclaps are a strange lullaby. But isn’t the rain just a reminder of how great it is to be inside? In a crowd I’m no one. Some would say otherwise. but the cons of being someone can outweigh the pros sometimes. It’s dangerous to know these things i wasn’t told. Looking back will show where i have to grow. So please don't shout out. It's much to quiet, now. Thunder claps are the strangest lullabies They turn off all my screens so i’m forced to close my eyes The quiet has more noises than i’m used to but these voices drown them out. Flooding now. They won’t stop until I drown. The coming storm is a strange lullaby. I love the rain because it reminds me of how great it is to be inside.

I’ve found some scrawlings in the dirt. I start to ask myself what they might be worth... But It’s probably nothing. I’ve seen the patterns on the floor. And often wonder if they might mean something more... But It's probably nothing. And even though they led me right to you... It’s probably nothing. It’s probably nothing. 'Cause when you think about it, We all start off as strangers and fate will steer the way you lean. I threw my caution to the wind, and risked all of the dangers, and there’s no wonder what that means. I’ll see the forest through the trees if they’d bother to adjust. Staring through the leaves, waiting for the perfect gust to blow away what ties us here. ‘cause all we need's our wings and a breeze to carry us. Been treating wounds since I was young, 'cause scars like these aren’t just left by one split tongue. They’re left by several. I’ve had to choke the burning down to embers as I heard you revel. And it’s reminded me that we all start off as strangers, and fate will steer the way you lean. I threw my caution to the wind, and risked all of the dangers, there’s no wonder what that means. I’ll see the forest through the trees, if I absolutely must. Staring through the leaves, waiting for the perfect gust to blow away what ties us here. ‘cause all you left were these wings and the breeze that carried us. (Oh no, oh no, oh no) Sometimes it takes a lot just to put it all in place Even with the bones and red hands shown to your face So long as I’ve been tied here. So long as I’ve been tied here. We all start off as strangers and fate will steer the way you lean. I threw my caution to the wind and risked all of the dangers, and there’s no wonder what that means. I’ll see the forest through the trees. if they’d bother to adjust. Staring through the leaves, waiting for the perfect gust to blow away what ties us here. ‘cause i need more than these wings (more than these wings) and the breeze that carried us. (Cause I need more than these wings) And the breeze that carried us (Cause i need more than these wings) Cause i need more than these wings. (Cause i need more than these wings) More than these wings and the breeze that carried us. Cause i need more than these wings and the breeze that carried us.

Our halos, horns, we hold ourselves together Trial and error, we learn as we go. I’m not mad, nor am I disappointed We’re less young, less dumb now that we know what we know. Are hearts on fire? Tears in your eyes? I think not. Take what you got. I said “Fuck sentiments” I said, When hell freezes over I might have some second thoughts. Until then, you blew the chances that you got. Until hell freezes over and fond memories forgone, consider me the one, the one you fucked up on. Hell ain't made of ice just yet. All’s said and done I realize I’m broken. And honestly I know you could say the same. But running back into a fire won’t help heal any burns. So please use caution when you’re handling a flame. So tell me now, Are hearts on fire? Tears in your eyes? I think not. Just take what you got. I said “Fuck sentiments” I said: When hell freezes over I might have some second thoughts. Until then, you blew the chances that you got. Until hell freezes over and fond memories forgone consider me the one, the one you fucked up on. No, I’m not sorry we met But not sorry that we didn’t mesh. Apologies aside, we’ll make a better attempt next time But hell if next time, (if next time) if next time will be “Us”. When hell freezes over I might have some second thoughts. Until then, you blew the chances that you got. Until hell freezes over and fond memories forgone, consider me the one, the one, the one you fucked up on. Hell ain’t made of ice just yet.

The clouds are sad today was it something that I said? Did I curse the sky too many times, that it just cried again? The wind is shifting eastward and my mind is shifting west. And the birds are leaving early just to get out of their nests. And my pride is gone today. Was it something that I did? My self control is in a blur and I can't get over it. The grass is painted dirty, and my jeans are faded blue. The sky is looking down on me and it's looking up at you. One more rainy day, and this town is gonna flood. It's the middle of December and I think I've had enough. I complain about the weather, way too much. But since I'm cursing things I can't control I'll curse at your love. The sun is gone today, did I give it a reason to hide? Did my insecure and hurtful words drive it back into the night? Maybe it'd come back someday now that the cold is here. But the ground is frozen solid and these bad thoughts persevere. And my mind is gone today, did I lose it or let it go? Did I leave it in the closet, or under all my clothes? Is it hiding under my bed or did it turn into a ghost? I wish that it'd retain some tame but for now I just don't know. One more darker day, and this town will turn pitch black, I just can't stand these darker days, they're making me go mad. I complain about the weather, way too much. But since I'm cursing things I can't control I'll curse at your love. One more darker day, and this town will turn pitch black, I just can't stand these darker days, they're making me go mad. I complain about the weather, way too much. But since I'm cursing things I can't control I'll curse. One more rainy day, and this town is gonna flood. It's the middle of December and I think I've had enough. I complain about the weather, way too much. But since I'm cursing things I can't control I'll curse at your love. The clouds are sad today was it something that I said? Did I curse the sky too many times, that it just cried again? Maybe things will look up when the winter's come and gone. Spring will bring bounties of light and the switch will just turn on.

The days drift by carelessly. Can’t catch one if you tried restlessly. You’ve been spent, and you can’t even fend for yourself. Is there no one else who understands? The sun comes up ahead right when you thought you’d have been better off dead. And hope, what’s that mean again? this never ends, so tell me can we find this out ourselves? and maybe when do i shoot for a goal? Or do i brace for the impact? The things you thought you could take back, we all wish it didn’t work like that. We lost our bets, so close to being perfect but so far away, so far away. So, tally off another day. Watch the scenery fleetingly. Catch whatever glimpse you get to see, before you’re made to face that way, blind and unclear. Don’t crash into your fears so absent-mindedly. The fog, clears up ahead. And for a second, you let go of the dread. Then everything goes white, then black, then red. Wake up. Shape up, and don’t you dare ask again, do i shoot for a goal? Or do i brace for the impact? The things you thought you could take back, we all wish it didn’t work like that. We lost our bets, so close to being perfect but so far away, so far away. So, tally off another day. I’m terrified. I’m losing my mind. Deflating day by day when too many things can’t wait. Ask me if is this enough, when it’s too much, this life sucks, it’s just, i can’t keep up, i’m locking up. Slow down. Do i shoot for a goal, or do i brace for the impact? The things you thought you could take back, we all wish it didn’t work like that. We lost our bets, so close to being perfect but so far away, so far away. So tally off another day.

Your blood runs thick since you've boiled off your hate. Every time you walk you feel like you're lugging dead weight. And every step you take's another waste on another day gone by. Can't bring yourself to try, you've cried enough. And this unlit room is dark, but just a tad. And after all, the mood it sets ain't bad. But you start to think this kind of thing will last until you die. 'Cause time just doesn't fly when it gets tough. Your posture's slumped. Your joints hurt and you ache. You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake. So close your blinds, and stay inside, 'cause you know that you're scared. C'est la vie, and who cares? Life is life, and what's fair is fair. And in your prose you overuse the word "dread". So you look for something else that rhymes instead. There's so much to do, but hell if you could motivate yourself to just start something else to kill your time. And the room fills up with piles of empty cans. You're so cold that you're afraid to touch your hands. But you will confess, this pit's a mess, and you'll sit in your gloom. This place feels like a tomb, and that's just fine. Your posture's slumped. Your joints hurt and you ache. You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake. So close your blinds, and stay inside, 'cause you know that you're scared. C'est la vie, and who cares? Life is life, and what's fair is fair. And why would you pretend that there's anything that you're able to mend? Your ability to care is discarded on the floor. So face the pain head on or just ignore. You forgot how to even feel irate. And when you hear good news, well, you still can't relate. But you've been played and who's to blame when it's probably your fault. Those thoughts are in a vault and locked away. And on this matter, what is left to say? Your posture's slumped. Your joints hurt and you ache. You can't feel your pulse or even tell if you're awake. So close your blinds, and stay inside, 'cause you know that you're scared. C'est la vie, and who cares? Life is life, and what's fair is fair.

Looking at the present's fucking sad. Yes, i tried the blue pill, five times what i should have had. And no, i'm not ok, but nothing's broke. Maybe god will let me die when my dreams go up in smoke. They're out there for me, i know it. Too far away to see, but i'm always moving toward it. It's getting hard to breathe, i don't know why. The air looks clear to me, but the atmosphere is sordid. I'm not about to complain. That's too much time and energy, too long a walk to try to turn back. And i'm not the same. It's plain enough to see, but some of us are living in the past. Oh, but looking at the present's fucking sad. Yes, i tried the blue pill, five times what i should have had. Jumped out of fire into frostbite. Arms too weak to climb, but still too strong to let go. Maybe god will let me die when my dreams go up in smoke. Happy new year from the ashes. I gave my lungs a good telling, my organs forty lashes. My calendar is black. I'd make new year's resolutions, but i didn't really plan on waking up. Oh, i'm getting sick and tired of fucking up. Yes, i tried the blue pill, clearly didn't try enough. Jumped out of fire into frostbite. Been drowning inside out, since before i woke. Maybe god will let me die when my dreams go up in smoke. Feed the fire all you want, you won't take me. Knock me down all you want, watch it save me. Somehow I'm moving on, and it pains me. They all may want me gone, let it chase me. I'm not about to complain. That's too much time and energy, too long a walk to try to turn back. And today was the same. I nearly dodged a bullet, but the universe is going on attack. Oh, but looking at the present's fucking sad. Yes, i tried the blue pill, five times what i should have had. Jumped out of fire into frostbite. Been drowning inside out, since before i woke. Maybe god will let me die when my dreams go up in smoke. Maybe god will let me die when my dreams go up in smoke.

You can't please 'em all. It's pointless to try. 'cause fucks like us have seen this shit a million times. I'll be the first to say, i seem to have a way with getting in way over my head. And even if it's what i want, and not impressing anyone, well, at least it got me out of bed. The last thing that you want to hear when you feel you're worth nothing is that you're worth even less than that. Don't bother trying to be perfect when you know you can't. Because you can't please 'em all. You're wasting your time. You know some enemies stick with you 'til you die. You can't crack us all. It's pointless to try. 'cause fucks like us have seen this shit a million times. Keep in mind, that the best revenge against those who want you dead. Is to live until you're ahead. I've tried to call it quits about 4 times, but i got sick of pulling my own legs out of my traps. I could have said my piece, blame you in the note i'd leave, but where's the fun in that? 'Cause I know you can't please 'em all. You're wasting your time. You know some enemies stick with you 'til you die. You can't crack us all. It's pointless to try. 'Cause fucks like us have seen this shit a million times. Keep in mind, that the best revenge against those who want you dead. Is to live until you're ahead. The last thing that you want to hear when you feel you're worth nothing is that you're worth even less than that. Don't bother trying to be perfect when you can't. You can't please 'em all. You're wasting your time. You know some enemies stick with you 'til you die. You can't crack us all. It's pointless to try. 'Cause fucks like us have seen this shit a million times. Keep in mind, that the best revenge against those who want you dead. Is to live until you're ahead.

Thank you for showing me the signs, because i never would have guessed. At least you had nothing to hide. You were a shot that nearly missed. You didn’t try to fool me, but you carved hearts that I couldn’t see. So thank you for showing me the signs. You were a red flag, valentine. You’re scratching the surface. I’m breaking out. Too soon to be certain. Too blinded by the scenes behind your eyes to make out any doubts. You might think I’m soulless, but that will pass. I’m sparing us regrets. I’d rather this than keeping to a course you know we would have crashed. Thank you for showing me the signs, because i never would have guessed. At least you had nothing to hide. You were a shot that nearly missed. You didn’t try to fool me, but you carved hearts that I couldn’t see. So thank you for showing me the signs. You were a red flag, valentine. Say “Give you a chance” I’d rather not. That story to your friends? “I lead you on”, when my worst offense is being unsure. We’ve all made mistakes I’d hate to make more. I think i’ll let you go just one day before. Thank you for showing me the signs, because i never would have guessed. At least you had nothing to hide. You were a shot that nearly missed. You didn’t try to fool me, but you carved hearts that I couldn’t see. So thank you for showing me the signs. You were a red flag, valentine. We’ve all made mistakes Believe me i’ve been through this But i’ve heard the same Don’t know what you missed And words can be games And i won’t fall for that shit. Thank you for showing me the signs, because i never would have guessed. At least you had nothing to hide. You were a shot that nearly missed. You didn’t try to fool me, but you carved hearts that I couldn’t see. So thank you for showing me the signs. You were a red flag, valentine. You were a red flag, valentine.

I'm getting pretty sick of the cold. the lack of sun has gotten pretty old. But something's telling me, it feels like summer's coming early. Summer's coming early. It's barely dawn for my sunset dose. Guess who slept through their alarm again? And getting tired of waking up at 3 PM so I guess I'll stay in bed. No, I don't have much to do today, I'll get to that once my hair's out of my face. So I guess I'm working late. Sipping on a cocktail of worry corks. It makes life barely easier to do. And spring can go and fuck itself, I've had enough of you. I'm getting pretty sick of the cold. The lack of sun has gotten pretty old, but something's telling me It feels like summer's coming early. It's barely dawn for my sunset dose. I don't know abot you I got my sleeves rolled up and my shirt stained blue. Got my ice melted so my hinges move. Spring can go and fuck itself, I've had enough of you. I'm getting pretty sick of the cold. The lack of sun has gotten pretty old, but something's telling me It feels like summer's coming early. It's barely dawn for my sunset dose. Frozen solid for a while, this season nearly left me comatose and sharpened by pressure heat and time, and still nothing to show. Oh, I'm getting sick and tired of fucking up yes I needed sunlight, clearly didn't get enough. It's barely dawn for my sunset dose. I'm getting pretty sick of the cold. The lack of sun has gotten pretty old, but something's telling me It feels like summer's coming early. Oh, I'm getting sick and tired of fucking up. Jumped out of fire into frostbite arms too weak to climb, but still too strong to let go Yes I tried the blue pill, clearly didn't try enough. It's barely dawn for my sunset dose.

Reddened eyes and hollow dust Once living tendrils of my trust. They sent their vines through windows 'til they fell dead and all but dried up. I've tried to water all the plants with tears, crooned to them about my long lost and coming fears. And as tall as they grew, they whithered before they bloomed. What could I do? But tell me why is it so cold in here? Can’t really blame the atmosphere. I’ve wrapped up tight That’ll last me a night, but any more time I’m not sure I’ll survive. Maybe warm doesn’t feel like home, but I’m sick of being cold. Haven’t shivvered for a while It's been hard to keep a smile. And that trail of doubts leads back for miles and miles and miles. Why does it burn when I close my eyes. I’ve tried to reason with the dark from time to time. It’s mostly quiet but I still hear whispers that I’m doomed. What can I do? Tell me why is it so cold in here? Can’t really blame the atmosphere. I’ve wrapped up tight That’ll last me a night, but any more time I’m not sure I’ll survive. Maybe warm doesn’t feel like home, but I’m sick of being cold. But why is it so cold in here? Can’t really blame the atmosphere. It's frozen doors and broken tears. Yet somehow I feel safer here. Feel safer here. Tell me why is it so cold in here? Can’t really blame the atmosphere. I’ve wrapped up tight That’ll last me a night, but any more time I’m not sure I’ll survive. Maybe warm doesn’t feel like home. Maybe warm doesn’t feel like home. It's frozen doors and broken tears. Tell me why do I feel safer here? Maybe warm doesn’t feel like home. But I'm sick of being cold. Maybe warm doesn’t feel like home. But I'm sick of being cold.

Blood and salted water and the words "You've Changed". From thick to thin, they boil and freeze all the same. 'cause I know something you don't know. Say "let it go", I let it go. I'm too blunt for my own good is what I'm told. Is what I'm told. I'll pick up speed, drop weight that I don't need. And people wanna play for keeps. I better change my policies. I'll spill my thoughts hear what you want but you can't believe it, I mean it, believe it. Let me just adjust my friends and family benefits. I've changed my key, more than you would recognize. The rest of me is glad to see a sight for sore eyes. cause' I know something you don't know Say "let it go", I let it go. I'm too blunt to take it slow is what I'm told. Is what I'm told. I'll pick up speed, drop weight that I don't need. And people wanna play for keeps. I better change my policies. I'll spill my thoughts hear what you want but you can't believe it, I mean it, believe it. Let me just adjust my friends and family benefits. I know something you don't know And I won't let this go. Bare hands because I don't trust tools. I don't wait 'til the ashes cool. I've dabbled in therianthropy. Watch as I turn into a memory. That is, assuming you care to remember me remember me, remember me. I'll pick up speed, drop weight that I don't need. And people wanna play for keeps. I better change my policies. I'll spill my thoughts hear what you want but you can't believe it, I mean it, believe it. Let me just adjust my policies I'll spill my thoughts hear what you want but you can't believe it, I mean it, believe it. Let me just adjust my friends and family benefits.

(Please, Don't) (Please, Don't leave me here) I took a wrong turn or maybe two and got lost. And every sign was a reminder of the hope that I'd forgot. Every trail leading me as if I knew a lot. Never asked if I was sure or not. You never know, just how these plans will unfold. But even if it's hard we dive into the dark, find anything to hold, and ask it where to go. And I've oft lost my train of thought while trying to stay awake in airports at 3 AM. Tell me again if the odds are shot. I'd rather not bet all I've got. So I hold my breath as we're hitting the road. I'm still missing places I've never been or never will again. I'd face all my worst fears if you leave me here. (please) (don't) Leave me here (please) (don't) Leave me here (please) (don't) If you leave me here. (please don't leave me here) It's hard to comprehend how much can go right over your head. Machines bring you to tears but you're the calmest that you've been, that i've seen you in years when I fell and broke instead. And I've oft lost my train of thought while crying into bowls of shin-ra-myun at 3 AM. That's often when I'll make my worst mistakes, oh, can't you relate? So I hold my breath as we're hitting the road. I'm still missing places I've never been or never will again. I'd face all my worst fears if you leave me here. (please) (don't) Leave me here (please) (don't) Leave me here (please) (don't) If you leave me here. (please don't leave me here) We're a far cry from a goodbye; split on who really are the good guys. Without a black or white way to apologize. I'll remember who'd never leave me to die. So I hold my breath as we're hitting the road. I'm still missing places I've never been or never will again. I'd face all my worst fears if you leave me here. Oh, it's time to hit the road. I'm still missing places I've never been, or never will again. I'd face all my worst fears if you leave me here. (please) (don't) Leave me here (please) (don't) Leave me here (please) (don't) If you leave me here. (please don't leave me here)

I'll come back to life when the sun kicks in. And i'll wipe my eyes where the dark has been. And i'll throw off the aches and pains that kept me pinned until it's over, until i'm headed back to fine again. Stabs hurt harder than words – sometimes. I try to keep that in mind. The pen is sharper than the words it writes, and the marks they leave fade in half as much time. Let's drift away, and back, away, and back again. I've only dropped enough just to hold on. I might look forward to relief but not the end. I've missed enough, just not all that went wrong. But earth to god, we're running out of sun. And it's far too long a trip back to square one. I'm pulling out of the dive I took. I'm unfamiliar, so tell me where to look. I'm hanging off the wall on it's weakest hook until someone dares to tell me i've done good. The lack of words can clear your vision. Apologies seem too farfetched to try, but listen, so far, i’m broken, that’s a given. but i'm not the only one who's lost my mind. I'll pay through blood and sweat and tears much more than time somehow. Rest assured i've done my best to clear the haze. I'm only as upright as me fuel supplies allow. My blinds are shut since i've seen better days. But, earth to god, i'm asking you again, could you turn the lights back on inside my head? I’m pulling out of the dive I took. I’m unfamiliar, so tell me where to look. I’ll be straightening my hopes out under stacks of unused books until my fever-dreams are understood. I'll come back to life when the sun kicks in. And i'll wipe my eyes where the dark has been. And i'll throw off the aches and pains that kept me pinned. So let's start over, until i'm headed back to fine again.