it is my birthday it is a new year i should be happy that i am still here light up a new joint put on an old shirt try to remember forget how my brain works but i could read a book a night before this year i knew every word their definitions clear but now in stealth i check thesaurus it s become my guilty mistress so i heave my breath at burning wax cause i know that spark ain t coming back so i heave my breath at burning wax cause i know that spark ain t coming back it is my birthday i ve got all my friends here we haven t been talking as of lately they ve all found new bros and babies i have smoked away my pride i have smoked away my pride there is nothing but the cinders of it inside but i believed in more than nothingness last year and under every quiet failure it s still here buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear if i could crawl my way out of this grave i just think of all the time i d save and i heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain t coming back again stereo s playing the same old songs the same old songs but we still hum along stereo s playing the same old songs the same old songs but we still hum along stereo s playing the same old songs the same old songs but we still hum along stereo s playing the same old songs the same old songs but we still hum along  and in no time we ll be spread across the earth donning business suits to show the faceless master what we re worth from our huggies to armani and it all seems so rehearsed so i heave my breath at burning wax cause i know that spark ain t coming back and i heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain t coming back it is my birthday