Some things are just the truth,. Like how the sky is blue,. And wheels will always roll.. A mile won't pass without me missing you and it breaks,. It breaks through my skin..
Just these words to right the wrong,. One simple phrase, two hands to play along.. Instead of matchbooks, backyards, and knives,. We play with sharper blades, run them through our sides..
For all our shattered hopes and trying times,. Anchor's weight on inspired lives.. Deadbolts on doors lock away our. peace of mind.. So few, so few moments of freedom,.
Enough pictures drawn in the sand. Of everything we wish we'd been. Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise. . Enough careless talk about giving up.
When did life assume the shape of a TV screen,. A work-horse work week, and commute in between?. As we masquerade the days we waste,. Love's stuck on dusty shelves with feelings we forsake..
Please tell me how we did this. We got ourselves into such a mess again. We've fought so long. We can't remember what the hell it was all about. . I can't count the times I've turned around.
I'll hold my tongue,. There has been enough double talk to double cross every bridge we've ever walked.. Watch them burn along with love lost, empty words withdrawn, confidence replaced with doubt..
Call me the song beating in your heart,. The needles mark, scrape, and pry,. Damage is done, when all these cuts bleed dry,. I'll have your glory carved on my chest and arms,.
Will we see the day when the trees that we hang our heads from,. Hit the ground like dead men's love songs,. Offering another history of privilege and open doors?.
So it's been weeks and I can't help but stop and think,. These rooms seem cold without you.. Memories turned salty cheeks,. I still feel the flames you held beneath my feet..