rain suits me better than the sunny days when there's no one here to heal the pain I walk though feelings going down the drain Through the city waiting for
Hopes were high when I stepped in the ring what goes up must come back down again 4 long months with a steady descent won't ever happen again Knocked
spoken brought emotions maybe just a little bit of hope and with those words in mind I drink alone with one good reason to come home I've had it up to here but I figured: better
fucking late is it merely a sign I've been wasting my time and I'm way over the hill or the only excuse I can seem to produce for a promise unfulfilled
So begins another fucking nightmare covered in sweat, shaking all I do is lay here as the decay kicks in another night of desolation an early life crisis
s something 'bout the way You look at me tonight I might be wrong but I think I saw passion in your eyes tonight I'm giving in think it's time for us
I start to crumble under self inflicted pressure maybe a little late to settle for the lesser and so I move along, tired and reluctant a sour state of
right in front of me, don't know how I could have missed it guess it took a kick while down to come around with a little sense and a couple better choices
times I really miss We'd get drunk and play for fun's sake sing along to punk rock mix tapes now and then I long for those days I long for better days
A sight to behold as I stood in the cold I was watching your back as you left After a nice superficial goodbye it's a fact that I've come to accept
early mornings on sore feet perhaps it wasn't meant to be I pass the torch, admit defeat I look around, take a deep breath but all is done and all things said for
Tired and burned out, broken in half we keep pretending, having a laugh unity dissolved, beautifully staged we keep pretending, everything's great This
slowly realised I've been waiting for a friend to save me oh Baby You know it took a little longer than I wanted to admit but I think it's getting better
