This seems so sad, so disjointed, so broken beyond repair So here's to looking back, looking back to when we were so young and scared (scared to become
i'm staring at parking lot lights and i'm wide awake thinking of all the mistakes i made surrounded by friends, and i've never felt so alone and if you
We stayed up so late that night I can still hear the words that you said You told me we'd have no secrets and that you weren't afraid of death but before
i used to hate this place, and now it's all that we've got. the empty halls are closing their doors and we're singing with acoustic guitars in parking
It gets so cold inside this building Arcade games make my head hurt Carvers on my mind as another kid pulls on my shirt You took a needle for me and
it's a nice day for a walk in the past/all the memories that i thought would last are gone/and i'm stuck here with my self-loathing self once again/and
not really sure what i'm doing here/heavy eyes in the early morning/these words are blending together and i'm thinking about the time when we had much
before he lays down his head, his mother tells him to pray to a god he's not sure he believes in/but if he don't fold those hands, in the morning he will
how lucky we are to know about this community and everything that it has to offer. but even though it seems we've found our home, there's still so much
The weight feels heavier every day Pushing down on my will to contribute anything These chords and these words on a paper that will end up under the couch
its within these walls that we remember who we are and we forget what others told us to be on the streets you can see the blood they bleed/but the bandages
From the farm to your hand to your mouth From the cloth that they stitch together for the clothing that we wear From the broadcast on the TV that we watch
You told me, its hard to see, but youll never be alone You held my hand and said, its okay to cry I just cant, I can't keep this all inside Im struggling
wake up mary/the sun is shining and the clouds are gone/what a perfect day for an ambulance ride/did you hear your father calling out your name/as you
There is a glue that keeps us stuck to this town Whether it be our jobs or lovers, family or friends or these sounds If youre feeling worthless, this
i'm awake again at 4 am, wasting away and going over the regrets/another night with a gun in my hand/then i think of everything and everyone who made
These things just seem so minimal when were still told who we can and cannot love Im a white suburban male and yet I still blame everything else when
i can't spend another night trying to conjur up the way i've felt over the past two years. whether it's dissappointment, anger, frustration, or the loss
