If you were to ask me, how long I've been running for I don't even think that I could answer I just don't know anymore I'm a sucker for weakness And the
The air tears at my skin Robbing my veins of the life I'd hoped to have You killed a part of me tonight And left the frozen air to finish the job Now
The first time I saw a body bend that way I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped
As I read through the list. It made it seem easier to make the choices. Choices made to stay half-way sane. But when I walked through the room, I must
This is the sound of tooth against bone Against cheering crowds and broken homes This is the sound of tooth against bone Against cheering crowds and
Bolt the windows, and lock the doors. There's gonna be a shit storm. Of the life unlived, caused our scars and wind to blow. Oh, oh, oh, it's terrible
The smell of her perfume Struggles to cover everything, Inside this ringing room Though once subdued, the silence seems to sing Whoa-oh, I told you so
I dialed 911 a long time ago. Now I see how late they're reacting. Here shakes a former lover/husband And there lies the wife of a train wreck just waiting
Someone call in an ambulance Cause' something's not right It's all going wrong tonight In between thebottom of this bottle and you I think I'm running
If every day was the same I would have died years ago My calendar is marked With blood red x's For every twenty-four hours i've suffered through Today
gotta rush away she said, I been to Boston before. and anyways this change I been feeling... doesn't make the rain fall No big differences these days
On some nights you'll find me falling. I am formless, I am shapeless. And on some nights i am better left alone. You take it all in from some severed
So here's the sum of our parts An overwhelming willingness to expire And ugly hands that were built for breaking The ugly second chance I'm taking
It's all about the song in my head The one where the audience is all dead These days they're allowing Visitation to aid in my rehabilitation To make
Test, check. Well, he's been released again today, and I'm back where I started: Looking over old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I potentially
(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch) They're in the heat in the heart of the city Big wind out of mexico There's a girl wants it bad as me And I'll
Get your head straight before it's too late. Get your head straight and find a better way. There are good nights, and there are hard rides. There are
Roll up the windows, and lock the doors. There's gonna be a shit storm. Of the life unived, caused our scars and wind to blow. Oh, oh, oh, It's terrible