Softly a cold wind paints my face. Into your arms. Sell my sorry soul. . Can't keep my senses from your taste. Sun on the farm. And I'm not growing old.
On some level, I think I always understood. That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever.. And I tried to do the best that I could,. But try as I might,.
I've gotten good at leaning on metaphor.. I've gotten good at living on someone else's page.. I've cut my teeth on secondhand sentiment--. You can't trust a single thing I say..
I am not brave, I am not brave,. I keep my focus on what is safe.. You drew a line, made up your mind,. And now I'm struggling to realize. . I gotta wrap my head around.
On the broken backs of all the words we spared. Like little soldiers in the trenches. It was a march we made towards ruin and despair. But we held hands all the while..
When I was a child,. my nerves ran wild. when I watched my friends rise to the tops of the trees. The risk of fall--. I never climbed at all. Every day I told myself "I'm not ready".
I talk in my sleep. When the night is listening,. And you are dreaming dreams. That have nothing to do with me.. . I, I. . I talk in my sleep. When my demons won't let me be..
Climb ye higher and higher and higher,. 'til you're far away and breathing cleaner air.. Oh my brother, my brother, my brother,. Who have you become in the wake of all that's happened here?.
I am a pretty young thing. I am consumed with selfish wanting. Carelessly broke you down. But I ain't done.. . Felt love's searing sting. You exposed my nightly wanderings.
If there's a hole in the silver lining,. I'll be the one, the one to find it. I take it upon myself to make sure I do. I might find nothing when I start looking.
Go on, stack the cinder blocks in a cold sweat;. Build yourself a citadel amid the foothills of regret.. Though you've convinced yourself. that you're safe and sound within,.
If you woke and I was gone. from the house we made our home,. Would it bend you, break you,. overtake your heart like it did my own?. . And if I were someplace else,.
I'm trying to make something of myself. On my better days, I go for the hard sell. But I feel like I'm working with barbed wire and moth wings. 'Cause I can't really get a hold on anything.
There's a fire in my brain and I'm burning up,. Oh my, oh my.. Keep running for the sink but the well is dry,. Oh my, oh my.. Every word I say is kindling.
I've been wishing that you'd prove me wrong,. That you'd come clean and rue the damage the done,. Restore my faith in you. But you've got no reason to.
You and I are friends of empty graves. Black air and black, black lungs. Am I the only thing that keeps you safe. When the light is gone?. . But I still hold out hope that maybe someday.
Sigh into your cup of coffee. As you watch the morning news. There goes your good day. There's the knot on the noose. . Pop a pill and thus a smile. Feign contentment for a while.
You won't find me where you left me,. No, I'm lone gone (long gone). You can't bind me in the state you kept me. For so long (so long). . Hearts don't wither, hearts don't break,.
So you got bad in your blood. Brother, you're one of us. So you got bad in your blood. How long you gonna wait for those azaleas to bud?. . "When the azaleas bloom," he said.
It's time to learn to be. More forgiving of yourself. And your sins.. And those mistakes you've made,. You've got to try to take. The lessons away from them,.