my friend Just stop, just stop, just stop, I think I got it Sorry you, sorry me, sorry every in between Sorry everybody he will never be somebody clean There's
I'm half the man I wanted to be Most times it comes out wrong I don't know the words but I'll hum along There's nothing familiar here anymore To anyone
familiar places Tonight seemed all wrong but Acadia is gone, Acadia is gone In the house I grew up in, remember the faces When Andrew and I wrecked each other's
the only one I just can't decide what I'm running from This isn't what I wanted but I can't keep my filthy fucking mouth shut It's not enough, it's
So here's another day I'll spend away from you Another night, I'm on another broken avenue My bag is ripped and worn but then again now so am I Take what
sick things that make you pull out your hair All the bad dreams, yeah, all the nightmares All the apathy is always sticking it in And that's when I
This one's of you, Taking your pill, Sometimes forget, And that's okay I guess. This one's of me, And my sisters wedding day. Between these spaces, It
Everyone's around, no words are coming out And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound? And I know this isn't enough, I still don
or I could slip into you It's so easy to come back into you I stand for awhile and waited for words Seemed to not hurt and struggled to try My tongue's
don't think I will need them all again I think the problem here is There's nothing wrong I guess that I can coast along for now Bit more, there's something
I will softly pull away In this broken beautiful mess I've made And in the dead of quiet I will slowly fade In this masterpiece I made I'll burn out
When your tears are spent on your last pretense And your tired eyes refuse to close and sleep in your defense When it's in your spine like you've walked
First it comes on quiet creeping slow Clever words and phrases only stain I remain so lost and buried under everything that I need When all I want is
So here's another day I'll spend away from you Another night I'm on another broken avenue My bag is ripped and worn Then again now so am I Take what
a new disease in me I got a friend that's losing sleep I take it hard, it's hard to take I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake One more confession, discretion's
First it comes on quiet, creeping slow Clever words and phrases only stain I remain so lost and buried under everything that I need When all I want is
, I'll do more for less And I will change everything till it's perfect again I think it's better this way This is good in a better way It's better this
