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Hold me here for conversation.
Don’t recognize a single face here.
World is spinning.
I’m feeling good, but they hate me.
Smoke enough to dull the pain.
Drink enough to keep me sane.
Faded and it’s only noon.
Reaper’s hands are coming soon.
Sad tunes on the stereo.
Take another sip, here we go.
World is spinning and it’s only noon.
Sick of hearing lonely tunes.
Hoping it’ll all be better soon.
Keep me sane with velvet rooms.
Red lights, and naked truths.
They want a story?
I guess I’ll give them just that.
Another line, another page, another book.
Words could never measure just how long it took.
Take another step, just one more
Till we reach the end, brace the finish, till we score.
Sleepless nights, and hopeless hours
Filled with empty thoughts, and sweets turned sour.
Days spent flat upon the ground.
Watch the world passing by, without a sound.
And still, we get back up, we move, we run.
Just to let them know
Our story’s just begun.
You’re just gonna turn your back on everything you’ve worked for?
For what? For a pipe dream? For something that’ll never happen?
You’re just gonna throw it all away, for her? Of all people?
Of course.
Another night alone.
Keep me sane, this silence drones.
Get back up and write another
Dreams of being with each other.
Paranoia in my head
Demons in my stead
But you put it all to rest.
Bring me back and raise my higher.
The only one that I desire.
The one I want at night
Just to say, “I’m tired.”
What would you say,
If this was the last time you saw me?
Whiskey and Coke in a cold glass.
Smoke enough to let time pass.
Up awake at four A.M.
Wonder who I really am.
Can’t sleep, nights are cold.
Don’t know where I’ll go.
Close my eyes, but she’s still there.
Demons in my mind, I’m pulling out my hair.
Another shot, another smoke, drink until I’m gone.
Flip the switch and keep the lights on.
Close my eyes, yeah she’s still there.
Another drink, another smoke
Fill my head with self care.
We’re such strange creatures.
We strive for so much more, we demand so much change
We’re always wanting for something different
And yet, we’re most comfortable with familiarity.
Promises made, in a bed for two.
A room made, for me and you.
The smell of cooking meals for two.
Replaced by broken dishes and midnight tunes.
Dust gathered on barely living lights.
Remind me of the days we used to fight.
Enough is enough.
You took your things, and left.
Leaving me with thoughts of you.
A bed, a meal, a room, made for two.
I hope, I wish, I want
To come back to the same old room.
There’s always low points in life.
Mine are usually at four in the morning.
Staring at the ceiling.
Light another one, down another and another.
Dull the pain, keep me sane, far away from each other.
A thousand miles, a hundred feet, a couple passing moments.
Promises like glass, shattering when broken.
But we down another, and another, just to keep from one another.
Storms that rage with words that strike like thunder.
Walked away, packed our bags, said it’s best to separate.
Never mind the future that we planned to create.
Up awake, late nights, thinking of my passing whims.
Repressing thoughts of her and him.