I’m tired of walking the same grou… I’m tired of waking with a blank e… But I don’t think I’m depressed o… I’m just not content with my life Because I know I’m cut out for mo…
Did I make you proud? All the needles have disappeared Did I make you proud? I swear I’ve turned my life aroun… Did I make you proud?
Dirty dollars down the sink Wash them spin and bubble again Burst into flames with the one you… While you’re groping another becau… Lines again and shame within
I crave this world to constantly c… To shape it’s ways to fit my faith My faith changes course and strays… While my mind is a mess, deseased… I crave continuity and just to sta…
I want to escape this fucked up pl… People call me morbid But then they only care about the… Isn’t there something wrong with t… Apparently I’m the only one who s…
The pressure to find a meaning for… Is simply overwhelming This undeniable fact that no matte… It won’t change with me knowing th… But it’s hard to do anything besid…
I dream and dream Of something big not Sure what it is Could I be already dead? Cold and hostile
I can’t tell if I’m crying becaus… Or maybe it’s a combination of the… You say I’ve developed an attitud… But I think it’s just the choice… You thought I wouldn’t move on
My back– it’s bending out of place… My eyes– they’re sorry for all the… My nose– is cracked and burnt but… My lungs– you’re intoxicated with… My veins– I’ve always envied your…
I used to get lost in your chestnu… They were golden and sparkled ever… I miss when you would talk about w… That’s when I thought you were be… An angel sent from the sky
He’s perfect He’s nice He’s a gentleman So why can’t I want him? Am I still obsessing
I’m sitting in my car My iPod is on shuffle Every song I’ve ever loved has no… And every song somehow has reminde… A small piece or a bad memory
I’m sitting in the Florida heat With Florida’s sun beaming down o… I’ve given my life a lot of though… I don’t like where I’ve been so I… Who I’ll become
One day you wake up And things start to change You think your’e just getting olde… But your hair isn’t grey But that’s the color of you life
We could be young we could be ridi… Drinking all day in the burning ho… Art imitates us but you’ll never s… We follow the rules of our own whi… Yellow stone trails on our motorbi…
