| I used to kill myself to feel like I was alive,
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| But since I lost you friend, I learned it was a lie…
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| All those walls we build so tall and wide,
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| It’s a coward’s way to be alive.
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| Well… the last few years I’ve been going out of my mind,
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| trying to grow up but not feel old at the same time…
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| I hid the pain that lived inside…
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| I was hopeless; |
| you gave me a reason to fight.
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| I always wake up on the road,
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| singing songs about going home.
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| I’m a hypocrite and a ghost,
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| I haunt the cities between the coasts,
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| so I know that the ones that we love never really leave,
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| so I’ll see you in the rearview… smiling from the backseat.
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| We’re for the ones who scream love… loud at the night.
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| There’s a darkness, but there’s also a light.
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| All these memories get jumbled,
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| like some book that I read…
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| as a kid and could imagine a thousand ways for it to end,
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| but I know you can’t shed dead skin without shedding a few tears,
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| so all those times I wanna disappear, I know you’ll be right here.
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| …and to the wolves I’ll scream love… in your name like a flame. |
| You taught me to never be ashamed. |