I'm here, so many years later,
Entertaining foolish notions
that I might go and just quit
everything, fearing my time's
up, I might have to renounce
all that I did love,
All I've become,
All of the work;
All for nothing.

I can't quit,
I spent years
crafting who I am,
Or who I thought I was.

Quitting the session almost
sounds like quitting on life
to an Irishman, I feel like
I've gone and quit
being who I am.

Thy time will come again,
When the world need be rethought
in the lair of some gremlins.

a long time ago,
my friend killed himself
because all of his friends were too far away.
I saw suicide as weak
cowardly
and selfish.
I'm a hypocrite,
and I also understand his reasoning.
because my friends are too far away too.
distance does not always strengthen the heart, does it,
my lost and gone friend?

You wake up one day and the sky is pink and tender and the earth aches for your touch,
The low fall sun turns your blonde hair golden as you rest confident in your divinity at last,
You find peace in the sand beneath you and the god that has wrapped you up like a present to the world
You wake up the next day in a waiting room washed red,
A man from another place tells you that you are dead backwards
A giant touches your face and sighs, tells you he would've collapsed from the weight of this loneliness long ago if he had anywhere else to go
Your killer wears your fathers skin, and there's nothing but static in your dreams
Laura, we're all walking that line
Laura, we all have safe deposit boxes for our demons
Laura, we're all trying to get somewhere else, somewhere we can finally balance out