Never thought I'd write about how I've fallen
So insincere I might as well stab myself in the face
Drag me kicking and screaming from this place
These friends I've got you'd never think I would feel so alone
Cry myself to wake, fall asleep for days
Take a blood oath with the kitchen sink
Worthless are a memory, real only skin deep
Product of insomnia, to fall asleep
I appreciate the genius in a metaphor
In 5 years where will it get you, a self absorbing fool
The catastrophic wheel side revery
Am I so vane, to think you'd want to hear me?
Sing of boundaries and borders
And delinquent memories
The catastrophic wheel side revery.
1 | The Obituaries |
2 | Burn After Writing |
3 | Gates |
4 | I Was Born |
5 | Hearts Unknown |
6 | Irish Goodbyes |
7 | Deep Sleep |
8 | When You Died |
9 | My Friend Chris |
10 | Sculptors And Vandals |