It's getting late, and I. Cannot seem to find my way home tonight.. Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole.. Falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone..
Walking alone 'cause the night is dead.. Crossed my mind when I crossed the bridge.. . How you lost your mind. and your wrist got bruised. and you wanted better love.
Take your time coming home.. Hear the wheels as they roll.. Let your lungs fill up with smoke.. Forgive everyone.. . She is here and now she is gone..
Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy. All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got fifty good years left to spend out in the garden.
I set all my regrets on fire. Cause I know I'll never take the time. To unpack my missteps and call all of our friends. I figured they would take your side.
For once. There is nothing up my sleeve. Just some scars from a life. That used to trouble me. . I used to run. At first sight of the sun. Now, I lay.
I'm standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen.. I can't help but love thinking that everyone doesn't get it.. To my left is a window. Where did I go?.
Light a roman candle with me. Just a roman candle. You can wear your sandals and I'll pour you just one cup of tea. Then you can go and rest. You haven't seen my best, so.
Were you named for the river that surrounds. All my biggest mistakes?. Or the way that I made it out?. . All the muscles in my mouth. Never smiled or said profound things.
Holy ghosts. When do you come out to play?. 'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me. He'd better start looking today. . Last week my baby hit the slopes. I spent the weekend setting traps in the road.
As I walk through the streets of my new city. My back feeling much better, I suppose. I've reclaimed the use of my imagination. For better or for worse, I've yet to know.
Have you ever wondered about our old. Nu-metal friends and what became of them?. Turns out I saw them a couple of days ago. They were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing.
Never in all of my life. Have I seen eyes as empty as these streets of my city. On a Saturday night. All the green of your eyes says "Go, leave it all behind.".
So I call your name, cross my fingers. uncross the others, hesitate.. Oh, I don't think straight with nothing to prove.. . I don't wanna say I'm leaving.