i cried and i sang for the loss of my only father i categorized my emotions into lines on a black piece of paper i prayed to a god who s never answered to dry the tears of my mother misplacin the failed acceptance of myself into others i m feelin the guilt of being selfish too selfish too tired for that compromise so i ll drown my confusion in a bottle of poison for my thoughts to just stop and i ll pick it up in the morning chorus i ll spend my time waitin for that train to arrive i m tunin that note just to pass the time this shit luck won t last too long but it s up to me to kick it up a notch i m scatchin deep in this monotone beat this paper thin pallette laid so meticulously to see a stretch of red down my grey tainted neck and i keep searchin for that answer of why i keep breathing when those consequences make my core rot so seamlessly with that unfailing tide of drownin days blacked out nights suffocating lungs and ill fated strides chorus so baby wipe those virgin tears from your cheek your innocence spent on a liar and a fake but deep inside that broken tattered corpse you know this is not who you were meant to be so spend your time waitin for that train to arrive and tune that note till it sounds just right this shit luck won t last too long but it s up to you to make it stop
['acoustic punk', 'anti-folk', 'folk punk', 'texas punk']