Is there anything left of me that you have not already hurt, a single stretch of skin where your name has not been burned?

Stirring in stale smoke, I open my eyes to see her drive away. Its such a worn out joke, but its the only laugh I've had all day

Johnny used to love us all, with passion for the simple things. Now he watches television and drinks beer to forget the troubles that life brings. Johnny used to have a mind, be in control, and at peace. Now he's got an aching back from holding up the world which has given him no relief.

There's a fading heart sitting alone in a car, wishing those wheels would take him far away, but he never gets farther than the corner bar. Drunk and ****** he drives home again but crashes on the way

Every night when you lay your head down to rest, do you think about the life you've lived, do you have regrets? Is your mind exhausted by all the lies that your tirelessly tell yourself, like that one about how you don't believe you'll die without knowing your love was felt? Do you dream about the girl you loved that you let get away, the one who wanted nothing but you yet still you wouldn't let her stay?  And when you wake up do you find you aren't in the place you were before, but you tossed and turned yourself into a familiar spot on the floor?

I've been wasting a whole lot of time lately, as I've been pacing the rate of my heart's escaping. I've been counting the hours as they grow, slowly chasing the minutes to where I don't know

I won't walk anywhere with you, because I'm crawling to the end. You can get down with me if it pleases you, or you could go right on ahead