When you come to a fork in the road. You can almost taste it. Never knowing which way to go. It's not been tested. All alone you try to take it to fake it.
Impression and suffering. Depression and hostility. Obsession in vanity. All on the cover page. . Soaking in. Saturates. Turns to grey. . All these things.
Talk To Me. You Never. Talk To Me. Do We Suffer. From. Social Atrophy. And When The Conversation's Over. When The Conversation's Over. . We've Taken What's Been Given.
So close no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are. And nothing else matters. . Never opened myself this way.
Do you feel like your falling. You've taken this step. In front of you. Is further from the truth. And fall apart. In front of me again. Denial isn't the way to forgiveness.
What the fuck's the purpose. I didn't scratch the surface. Immune to what you're saying. All along decaying. . Can't see through the fire. Darkness lone desire.
The walls around me caving in. Cracked and gray. Remind me of myself, I need some help. There's no one else. . I'm empty, addicted. Pissed off and still afraid of.
Some nights I feel like I have died. Or something deep inside is dying. I try to understand my crimes. There's nothing here that really matters. . I don't wanna believe in you.
Well, there's a front moving in and a cold wind blowing. And outside I can hear the night calling me near. But inside I feel like a fire, I'm burning.
last night, i had a dream, you and i. we were brothers, we were brothers, again. in my dream it seemed so real. why can't it be that way again?. saw you yesterday man.
Last night I woke up from a dream I was running. Down the boardwalk shore and the bomb was coming. Bobby De Niro was talking in my sleep. About a tidal wave coming, wash the shit off the street.
You will come to realize that your life is like a book. Someone's always noting the route you took. But I want you to know that I've got nothing to hide.
Do you remember. A few years ago. When they used to play the song yeah. . We decided. It was much too slow. So we've gone and upped the tempo. . We say:.
Sometimes I want to swing by. To check on her, see how her week is going but you disapprove. Other times, I'll call up. He picks up and makes me feel like I'm intruding.
Well she was. Clearly nervous. She asked me if I would drive. And I noticed. Then I knew. She had been drinking. And I always could. Read between the lines.
To begin but not complete, to sleep but not to wake. To always be lost and to never find the way. . No thoughts or memory, no hope or tragedy. A mirror awaits to a reflection of the face.
I been licking my wounds. Sick of holding my tongue. I been sweating my way up those blue hills. Now I'm taking the plunge. I been stealing my nerves.
Don't kiss it goodbye. Don't even turn out the lights. No need to make a big deal out of it. . I said no. Don't tell me it's fine. Go ahead and leave me behind.
Nothing hurts you like the pain. From someone you love. There ain't nothing you can gain. To prepare you enough. Come on baby stop your crying.