i hear her
crackle and her
cackle and her
clomping and
her stomping and
i feel her
silver hair and
her
rotten
air

These long nights...
Our grey skies...
The fire in our lies...
I can't back down,
March on to the fight...
 
Grey skies on long nights, I know the past is the past, on these long nights I'm just wondering if it lasts, used to lead myself in the fast...lane but now just feels overcast, seeing people you used to see, and they ask, "what you doing with your life?", you wouldn't get it, but you really wanna know right, hoping to change things, long flights on these long nights, feeling feelings you know are right, days gone by, never see the light, only feel the heat when to me you lie, take what i can get, work by day and work by night, grinding out my life, I see you look in from the outside, live my life by the wayside, chase my dreams but don't chase lines...

These long nights...
Our grey skies...
The fire in our lies...
I can't back down,
March on to the fight...

 Gimme my shovel it's about to get scarier, tearing out your tears, tear down my boundaries, digging myself a grave, but end up burying her, is that how I feel, maybe I should bury my anger, now I'm scarying her, I know I'm not alone out here, traveling my on own, not a soul to endear, is that ya'll see it, question me and I feel it, shoulders dripping from your tears, I'm the bird of night, break up, we fight, we lose, I choose, chose this path, how many outcomes can you see, do the math, music as passion, music as a life, chasing my dreams despite it, taking longer without a guide, my future is in the hands of my applied crimes, though this I decline, with a home I can't find, under these grey skies, on these long nights...

These long nights...
Our grey skies...
The fire in our lies...
I can't back down,
March on to the fight...

i wonder, did it ever cross your mind
to wonder how it felt to give my heart to you?
how it felt to break down my walls and bare my soul?

yeah, okay.
i admit that may have been a bit dramatic.
but i think that's just how it was with you.
i felt every word, every laugh, every smile
[and, truthfully, every carefully platonic touch.]
just a little too much to suit my cowardly self.

the thing is, everything you came from
[and everything you brought me, too]
was always just a little too much for me.
oh, but you know how much i like it when it hurts.

so, i let those walls fall down and i bared my soul.
i asked for nothing more than you could give,
and i gave you everything i could give in return.

but now, i suppose you never told me one thing.
you felt i wanted something more from you,
enough to take away the thing that made you smile.

but god, you know me better than the things you accused me of.
how many times and in how many words had i wished not for you,
but for the happiness i knew you deserved?

there is only so much i can say,
and even little that i can do,
to make things different.

and i have nothing left to give, anyway.
my heart is tired of beating, and my soul?
it's just tired of being pushed around.

so i'll back myself in a corner,
and watch the world pass by.
pray for you to forgive me and, maybe,
stop by and say hi.

sometimes i'm too easily amused
by the things that should bring me down.
i laugh at the thoughts
that should make me uncomfortable.
(i'm being dramatic. really,
they're just thoughts about
humanity and reality.)

an example;
the other day, i had a thought.
a silly thought. a simple one.
i thought to myself,
"i'm running from the responsibility
of knowing
that i'm running from responsibility"
it wasn't an intelligent thought.
it wasn't even that dramatic.

i laughed anyway.