God gave you a face that could crush a tough devotion,nyou left my hands no matter how hard i was holding,nwhat kind of punishment do i expect for being distant,ni don’t expect a second chance and I'm man enough to admit itnthe steps i never learned, were lost in my fathers words,nthe chances i never gave you, were lost in my mothers journal,ni use invisible ink because secrets are hard to keep,nand these seven days weeks have a habit of making you weak,nforget give everything again,nthe same traps ripped my lifeline in unforgiving shreds,nso look around you and pick up any pieces you can find, nbut i can’t promise the big picture will be finally be right,nI have memories, my roadblock, stopping a new chapter from birth,nthe sunny days don’t seem to outweigh the way the night hurts,nfaster than i watched myself become a ghost,nthe mirror told me lies until my ear drums burst ,nSo i lit the short fuse, the explosion killed us all,nnow i sit around and wait for the season to fall,nso involved in love we lost our shot, our only chance,nwhat’s your poison baby-doll, pity or romance? nnI want this to stop, i reached out, you looked away,nget out of my guilt, you’re not welcome to stay,nI'm acting like we need to have one last conversation,nor it’s never gonna end, gotta end the fascination, nnI decided When the dizziness subsides in the endless car ride,nof scenery and blurry skies, i would escape that sky,nchasing us around the country, outsmarting the moon,ni need to get home, i need to go home soon,nbefore the stairs and front door change places,nme chasing my tail won’t seem so mundane and tasteless,nthe way you made life race, the passion in your face,nhad 50 years of trying to find a perfect pace,nhiding under the constant depression of your lows and highs,ni had reason, but even more i had you by my side,nwhen midnight called us away from reading and dreams,nwhen the blanket fell off your beautiful freezing feet,nmy eyes never heavy, ready for the wide awake,nsmash into a million pieces, when the last straw would break,nthe future is coming, it’s the past in a fancy dress,nupset that I'm not listening or in my sunday best,nYou want baby talk, but orphans like me are tongue tied,n30 miles from new york and you can still see the lights,nhold the horizon hostage, shoot the breeze for moving,nlook what it cost us, look what we’re doing..... nnI want this to stop, i reached out, you looked away,nget out of my guilt, you’re not welcome to stay,nI'm acting like we need one last conversation,nor it’s never gonna end, gotta end the fascination, nnAll my friends are getting divorced, i was in the weddings,nmaybe my bad luck has a habit of spreading,nIt’s a vulnerable place, far from inner space,nwith more love than the handles surrounding your waist,nI'm not going to pretend to know how you handle me,nbut my secret victories are your public tragedies,ni’ve teaching myself how to play the drums,nso i can beat the hell out of something other than my tongue,na new outlet, letting myself get out,nfrom all traps you set up in the underground,nat this level we can finally see eye to eye,nbut that’s because we both know how to lie,ndown and let our demons finally find rest,nby whispering, god is the only answer to death,ntough calls and night-sweats, panic driven last steps,ntouching on sensitive subjects and regret,nthese kind of songs will haunt you, but i really don’t mind,nlooking back on the drama makes today feel fine,ndrink up, three cheers for all the cheap shots,nthe ones you drink and the ones you caught,nbehind your back with your ears wide open,nthis is me, honest, run down, coping.....nI'm sorry for bringing it up, here’s some dirt and a shovel,nbury this next to the last 2 years and all of your trouble. n