god gave you a face that could crush a tough devotion you left my hands no matter how hard i was holding what kind of punishment do i expect for being distant i don t expect a second chance and i m man enough to admit it the steps i never learned were lost in my fathers words the chances i never gave you were lost in my mothers journal i use invisible ink because secrets are hard to keep and these seven days weeks have a habit of making you weak forget give everything again the same traps ripped my lifeline in unforgiving shreds so look around you and pick up any pieces you can find but i can t promise the big picture will be finally be right i have memories my roadblock stopping a new chapter from birth the sunny days don t seem to outweigh the way the night hurts faster than i watched myself become a ghost the mirror told me lies until my ear drums burst so i lit the short fuse the explosion killed us all now i sit around and wait for the season to fall so involved in love we lost our shot our only chance what s your poison baby doll pity or romance i want this to stop i reached out you looked away get out of my guilt you re not welcome to stay i m acting like we need to have one last conversation or it s never gonna end gotta end the fascination i decided when the dizziness subsides in the endless car ride of scenery and blurry skies i would escape that sky chasing us around the country outsmarting the moon i need to get home i need to go home soon before the stairs and front door change places me chasing my tail won t seem so mundane and tasteless the way you made life race the passion in your face had 50 years of trying to find a perfect pace hiding under the constant depression of your lows and highs i had reason but even more i had you by my side when midnight called us away from reading and dreams when the blanket fell off your beautiful freezing feet my eyes never heavy ready for the wide awake smash into a million pieces when the last straw would break the future is coming it s the past in a fancy dress upset that i m not listening or in my sunday best you want baby talk but orphans like me are tongue tied 30 miles from new york and you can still see the lights hold the horizon hostage shoot the breeze for moving look what it cost us look what we re doing i want this to stop i reached out you looked away get out of my guilt you re not welcome to stay i m acting like we need one last conversation or it s never gonna end gotta end the fascination all my friends are getting divorced i was in the weddings maybe my bad luck has a habit of spreading it s a vulnerable place far from inner space with more love than the handles surrounding your waist i m not going to pretend to know how you handle me but my secret victories are your public tragedies i ve teaching myself how to play the drums so i can beat the hell out of something other than my tongue a new outlet letting myself get out from all traps you set up in the underground at this level we can finally see eye to eye but that s because we both know how to lie down and let our demons finally find rest by whispering god is the only answer to death tough calls and night sweats panic driven last steps touching on sensitive subjects and regret these kind of songs will haunt you but i really don t mind looking back on the drama makes today feel fine drink up three cheers for all the cheap shots the ones you drink and the ones you caught behind your back with your ears wide open this is me honest run down coping i m sorry for bringing it up here s some dirt and a shovel bury this next to the last 2 years and all of your trouble