I'm starting to question,
Not the truth in your words,
But if their representation,
Matches their worth.
If it's real,
If you mean it,
There's no deadline.
Seal the deal,
Then get depleted,
Lingering like a punchline.
The worth of your words depreciate-
So much I can't appreciate,
A single thing you say.
Having anything means nothing,
till you can have it all.
Don't tell me that you want me;
You got no one else to call.

All these whiskey loving gentlemen,
Just trying to find some peace again.
They're fighting off questions,
Of their intentions and their existance.
They run the night with wild women,
And they always walk with rhythm.
And it's quieting their demons,
But they're screaming for a reason.

It's difficult to understand.
It's even harder to explain.
Though you are my umbrella,
You are also my rain.

We're like a train,
You and me,
Chugging along,
As people ride with us,
Until they get to where they're going.

And once we get there,
They leave us,
Because they are finally okay
With being by themselves.