playing like this is the last day that i will ever play. crying like this is
the last tear that i will ever cry. and im smoking like this is the last
time the sweet burn will hit my lungs. circumstances never subside, if your
heart is held down and bent by them. do they even know how much they hurt,
how much it hurts just to feel. just to feel the pain in your heart, just to
feel your body denying all that you have been handed. im on hands and knees
praying for a way out of this, but i know that i will, and i know that you
will. and maybe its because we actually feel this pain thats inside.

let me sing you to sleep, let me tangle your hair in my shaking fingers.
this trust is all that we need, and i would like to say thanks for making me
yours. upon a desination so fucked up, and so windy all i needed was a
helping hand.

when i close my eyes, your the only person who i see. i know i sound like
everyone else, and my lyrics wont start a revolution. but if it keeps me
alive, then may my wrist take it to the paper, instead of the knife. new
love, comes quick like the passing cars down our street. but i will wait
forever, just to watch you smile.
 
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