| I’ve been lost in fear and loathing on a bathroom tile floor
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| Holding fistfuls of my blood, barely together
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| And for a moment it had seemed like to die is just a dream
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| And to live after tonight would be a nightmare
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| And in the mirror I could see an older man stare back at me
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| With drinks and crushed up pills like some failed science
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| He seemed to say without a voice that his future was a choice
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| And the truth will all at once become apparent
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| Won’t you be the liberator to this overactive brain?
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| Because I’ve been struggling to feel out what these thoughts mean
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| I’m a stumbling narcoleptic, fingers grasped to hearts of glass
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| And in a bed of shards I’ll fall right in to good dreams
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| Where life would stand so still
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| And for a moment we are free
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| Restless souls flown from the sea
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| One day I will
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| Steal the traction from the ether
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| Walk right into everything I want to be
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| And when my bones are laid into the ground someday
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| I hope to hell I had the guts to tell you everything
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| And when my bones are laid into the ground someday
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| I hope to hell that you and I’d seen everything
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| Because I’ve been lovesick lost and lonely on the wrong side of the world
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| In a decade strong of suffering and silence
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| And when the world paints me a cynic, I guess that’s just what I’ll be
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| Because there’s no greater hope left in this idle city |