We’re more or less the same As the years have passed us by, Something hinders us – perhaps it’s shame? Oh, those things we never thought would affect us They forever shape our lives, continually changing everything The black blood of creativity stewed in a pot or from a vending machine Pen to paper so you could hear me wail a new take on an age old tale of two wasting in the rain each wishing the other one would say the answer to the others' fears and move forward to the warm embrace. “It’s pointless living in the “what ifs” and “what nots,” so I tell myself. We’ve spent too much time forgetting about the present, the current I want my mind to tell me I simply lack courage But the truth is most of the times I lack the desire to care. Let's waste our wages wasted on weekends letting our guards down Our self-restraint can go get fucked we're both too way down on our luck. Let's Drown our inner monologues and let our ids out on the town And hope this time we'll wake not waiting 'til the regret's all used up. Our hearts rebel against better judgement and what we know for sure We're devils in the details we overlook to set the sadness straight And looking down the barrel of the drama just gets too hard to endure But it kills me to think we could share so much if there wasn't so much unsaid

What a plague that's been fucked into my skull and it has me waking a wreck Tasting colours and reacting to the moods that the trails in the lights suggest Shake me from a deep sleep to a body where nothing is sacred We're all a little scared of the foolish characters that the night has blessed. Punch the steeple with a piss-soaked hand, fucks and bloody murder hollered One more time with feeling, it'll keep all the condescending saints at bay A laureate I'll never be reading cover to cover of I life left me recoiling in horror A casualty haunting every old haunt I've failed without a fighting chance. Defeated or just fucked? With my night terrors I've been left crippled quiet Either abandoned, bitter or wretched or a cause for no one's concern Kick and scream into a state where you can turn away or just throw the whole damn fight Or dig your own damn hole'til you fall out the other end with cosmic justice to burn. Lose your legs in a struggle to walk, with your head held high, without choking up The air grows sour the colder it gets and the sun is just rise and shame When blackout calls and consequences beckon and a forced smile is not enough A place to rest your feet and dry your eyes and curse that it always ends the same.

What were that man's dreams? Old souls are still caring mother's sons How did you end up washed up but not cleansed in the sea? Who were you devoted to what were your passions? Fell off the time I was raised in My name's falling out minds and greeting card lists The young upstarts, they've all hit dead ends Sad and bitter ain't no face to kiss They used to break their necks turning their heads Now the heads are turned down and away Took a chance and failed just another casualty Didn't go for the yard from the inches your life gave