the world around me is *****, clogged up, and foggy
the life i've come to know is hopeless
and you remain in that place, immobile
a hell filled with false proclamations of love
and lies of a place where freedom lays
they just ran away and happened to take you with them

and now that you're seventeen
and i am too
i wonder what type of world we will form with our words
if any at all
because we're still too young to control a **** thing

the postage runs slowly, society runs incessantly
people change, mistakes are made, and we claw at the exits
we sail vessels of loneliness on seas of discontent
and we just want the lovely horizon we can see
for years we've paralleled each other
but i hope it doesn't go too far

so reach through the keys
and let me know you're thinking of me