i laughed with him no tears in his eyes always wore a grin was a nice disguise he looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside
do you feel burned by those words now well what did you expect? the progress of this world your logic circumspect yet what you read goes up in flames
i punch the air so hard right through it's rusted out and it broke in two cover up the damage lingers on and i smile to pass it on so hard to breathe
hardly walking and regressing so passive here is it empty satisfying writing words no one hears he threw that bottle and he threw away our time sometimes
if you fall on your sword you might be a saint or you might be a martyr you stand up straight learn to think but you follow blindly the days are plain
jaw wired shut like trap your senses cold and numb you're as lifeless as a leaf in fall put you in the stretcher watch you crawl across the street each
time to wake up to sunshine now you don't pretend, don't pretend to sleep at all precious little sleep i get the day is moving past me by a week or
stealing sleep from winter days thinking of ways i have failed the sun goes down when i awake these walls they keep me from my health floor interprets
thinking through regret i'm making plans i double-check it's hard to know is that voice so close not yet now pack away all those images try to forget
he never walked around in the dark convinced just think of all that's happened around here it's logical the odds against it but recall and fear the
when i looked across the ice cold and glassy skipped a stone so many times to break the surface never reached the other side found rounded rocks on
there's no regulation and i'm liberated and i'm not afraid in this police state you have a voice and i'm listening no domination, you're liberated don
drive down that dead end street it's where we used to live no revelation there railroad tracks at the cul de sac the shopping carts and the furniture
watching you now like a change from the winter back to fall to the spring skip the cold season never go back again bad advice from familiar faces give
don't we have to look back now to someone else live up to wish that scar would heal somehow covered over a thousand times moved on from those left
stop in between the lies this is one you never will complete don't you want that old trusty forty-five to fire you've been turned outside so ironic
it feels good that the streets are wet small relief from the summer heat small dreams, and memories of sweet tea we seen so much further lost than
it's not subtle manipulation i'm back home again and i can settle down back east new jersey and it's fucked up doesn't make me laugh now stare down skyline