Friends, I will keep you like trophies In my heart to remember how loneliness Was a faded dream on 219th street We were more than just young, we were
I can't stop killing songs you like You look at me with eyes Beat the sunrise in a contest, no question Well, talk to all the others And bring me back
Looking up with a question throwing up an honest prayer knowing nothing is less than what it feels like when your not there im comforting my suffering
re just a broken mess Where is God in this rot? Depraved she commits the most heinous of sins and breaks her vows But he loves her despite all the crimes
The sunset through the blinds reminds me of the time we met you were like a ray of sunlight penetrating my apartment as we walked down by the water I
If you listen to the sound of hope In the children's voices asking questions You'll know how blindness is a blessing But I know your type, you're always
It?s like I never had time to look away Bodies stuck between death and decay Are plastic and set up on display And their eyes are wide and they are looking
Warm skin, smooth lips Our hearts are strong and toned Our tongues speak of the unknown I know that we?re not here on our own You ear's pressed to your
I've scraped the glass for crumbs And asked the mirror for some truth I've loaded my body with chemicals It was no use 'Cause retribution's coming For
A showdown at dusk This old town is lost I?m flat on my back And I can?t see through the dust But you never told me That I was worthy You didn?t let
Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I've been sitting in the suicide lane of Highway 99 Looking for a sign in the headlights
I know it cuts you inside every time that you try To take a pathway in life that leaves you so un-obliged Every promise is lies, every smile makes you
Twenty two years have passed by as I contemplate I can recall you getting me out of every scrape What comes first to my mind was the change That I so
I have seen my own gravestone and worshiped the golden statue Ia??ve made my bed in the lion's den and walked in dead man's shoes I have witnessed
What great risk to truly live? We could die alone Self-proclaimed meaning of bliss Is getting what we're owed It's always getting what we're owed I am
I've been sitting in the suicide lane on highway 99, waiting for a sign in the headlights I've been to war with my mind, But things will be different
Sick with regret, you sputter out Your flame swallowed in doubt Light the cigarette and take a breath The smoke inflates your chest And thins your blood
I had months to write a song That captured who you are But I fear I have done you wrong Because I've failed you so far The chord that struck, an angel
