My head aches, and feels the blunt vice gripsnhanging over my tequila sunrisesnConfide and write this to de-scribe a love life nthat's feeling love lifelessnI'm the type that'll cherish frozen wintersnstare at snowy blizzards and take it to heartnThen break it apart, I carry hopes and blistersnCutting heart strings with a pair of broken scissorsnI'm still trapped in a middle school slow dancenStepping on toes in a mistletoe romancenMisanthrope, discomposed who holds handsnwith grief...Kissing hope with no chance, but menI'm just searching for some beautifulna dream that I can catch And a person who's unusualnWhen I find her, I'll try to face the tidenFight the hurricane, and tidal wave, goodbye…nnAnd I watch all the spectrums of angelsnChoking to death on the septums and halosnBread crumbs and fables, why change?nI hang at the ends of the pay phonenWith no change or number to reachnWhat blankets the sky I slumber beneathnUnder the speech, this song's about hope, joy, love and defeatnAll it takes is a peaceful autumn daynFor you to be happy and me to call it fatenEven after a fucked up childhood, I'm still tryin'nTo believe in God and gracennI try to get a piece of peace and sit and listen infinitelynHoldin onto benefits, and isnt it so innocent? WenTry to find another time and underline the cynicalnIts pitiful we run and hide and undermind the innermostnWhen intervals of miserable will find a figure fournAnd force the phyiscal and inner soul to find a bitter formnAnd form another time and place where you can go and be so suitablenWhen all I wanna do is go and search for something beautiful, in mennI died once, and I knew that it was suitablenI died twice, and I sang it like a musicalnI died again when I thought that the noose would holdnEverything I love in the search for some beautifulnnI died once, and I knew that it was suitablenI died twice, and I sang it like a musicalnI died again when I thought that the noose would holdnEverything I love in the search for some beautiful