i hope someday that we can sit and talk above the surface for now i m drowning in a sea of you the irony of alcohol and this conversation piece is exactly what we need to keep us from the truth so let me sit here all alone and contemplate the meaning of a situation made up in your mind you re so damn miserable and careless with your darkest thoughts you act as if your clock is fooling time say hello to routine life and goodbye to the vacation i haven t thought about you in two days the more i see the in between the more i want to leave but it keeps on closing in to the tune of selfish ways in your ashtray is the answer to all the questions that you had to prove we are not going to keep moving forward in our sleep can you save us would you dare in a place where you refuse to care