loneliness does not equate to a lack of love paths are to be followed, not to be spoken of when it's all over, when all is said and done all that is left are the echoes of all the lives you have touched
hey man, you alright?
i got a lot on my mind and this pinch in my side.
well tell me why, you don't gotta bottle it all up
too many words and too little time i can't really tell down from up because i'm perfectly insane in all the right ways i seem to fit this sort of criteria of how many tears i've cried and lives denied.
well you know i'm here for ya, i don't quite know what to say, except it'll all be okay
but that's the thing man, it wont because it gets bad before it gets good and it gets good so it can get bad i have felt much less love that i have shown but that's all good cause i don't get all that i should i don't know, man, i just get kinda sad sometimes i kinda miss my mom and dad
but they were ****, weren't they? and you know, that's okay.
you gotta quit saying that because it's not alright, not okay i've gotten so tired and lonely and fat not much else to say i'm gonna go now man see you another day.
left on the phone line wouldn't know their heart was breaking over their own knee, in with the car key the ignition, the ride, their simple lies that everything's just fine
over the bridge or through the trees down the mountains or into the sea