We're still climbing up the same **** wall,
bracing ourselves for the inevitable fall,
ignoring the chance of losing it all.

Is it true that you don't always know
what you've got
till it's gone?

'Cause I know what I have
has been right here
by my side
all along.

You say life's been cruel to you
knocked you down
and kicked you
then never came back around.

Well I say stop being the victim
get back up
hold your ground.

There are a lot of people rooting for you
to make it through
I hope you know.

Hope it's not too late
hope you choose to partake
in this life you have.

Don't let hard times make you hang your head
this is not
what you had planned
what you wanted.

Look at me you're better than this
this helplessness
is foolishness.

Now come on I've had enough
stand up up up
last chance calling
make it count
make it yours.

You think I get high
just so I can get by?

Well the truth is I drink
so I don't have to think

about how much I hate it here.
I'd rather chug another beer

than sit here and feel.
The likes of which have no appeal.

Work it out? I'd rather not
Come pour me a double shot.

Let's all try to get along?
You'd better make it extra strong.

You cry out "Why why why?!"
and I'm here like "On the rocks with lime."

Pleading that it's not too late
while I'm downing ***** straight.

But it IS too late I'm gone.
You can sing some long sad song,

or bid me goodnight,
but I'll be alright

laying here and singing my
good old whiskey lullaby.

I hate coffee, but I guess it'll do
because I really love spending time with you.

We meet at three
in a cafe down the street.

Grab a booth by the window
to watch the falling white snow.

Hours pass and we're still talking
don't want to leave so we keep stalling.

"Just one more drink..."
you say with a wink.

And there we go again
laughing at stories about your old friends.

This moment is perfect
every second worth it.

We make plans to see each other next week
you're so determined to teach me how to ski.

I'm terrified of heights
but if you're there it might be alright.

The monotany,
has caught up with me.

I need separation,
independent declaration,
from these divided,
un-united,
people called family.

Try to escape reality.

Waste of conciousness,
so fed up with this.

Done...

Run...

straight into oblivion.
Feet pounding on the pavement.

Trip...

Fall...

Love is the root of revolution.
War is a problem, not the solution.

Quit fighting

and lying

every ******* day.

Get on your knees, fold your hands, and pray.

We should want it to be better.
Blood bonds, strong, hold us together.

Sick of it now.

Sticking it out.

You come off as an absolute mystery
No past, no present, you've clearded your history
You wear your suit and cool demeanor
You've caught her eye, no plans to free her.

The light dims on your conversation
But on your face shines indignation
Brutal lover, no heart to break
Driven under make no mistake.

Moment of silence for the girl you used to be.
You can wave goodbye, that girl is history.