we ve spent some time apart across state lines as we both tried to find ourselves but you found something else the tip of the cigarette that you grip so tight the regret and your fucked up state of mind you smothered the fire that burns inside lost all the fight i once saw in your eyes seven years and you re still wasting light you cave to the urge that drains your life i m starting to see you just can t cope while i hear son pick up the pen and say what s on your mind let the ink fill up the page till you ve covered every line you ve always filled me with such hope grit my teeth puncture my lungs until these words run off my tongue and i m never happy til i m done while you got washed aside the wrong ones you can t expect things you haven t earned but i guess you ll never learn why don t you tell me something that i ve never heard grit my teeth puncture my lungs until these words run off my tongue and i m never happy til i m done while you got washed aside the wrong ones 