I can't get used to not sleeping.
And I scare myself to death,
Every time I close my eyes.
Burned deep inside, the face I never met.
I've come to learn, I'll never be free.
There won't be one single moment of peace
as long as you're forcing yourself through me.
And my backyard is graveyard for cigarettes,
but the grass isn't the one dying of cancer and regret.
And my knees were never weak.
Even when I held you on my shoulders;
and you refused to speak,
your face was screaming every day of the week.
I don't want to feel love through a picture frame,
and telling her I love her never felt the same.

And with it, it feels like I'm bound,
To live a long life without the taste of success.
To walk with broken feet on hollow ground.
And I've lost my way,
Counting blessings in the sky.
Drowning memories and clearing haze
trying to remember warmer days.
And I veer off paths, but never in vain.
While I pave my own, those pale hands kept me sane.