I seem to lose my way
When the end is in sight
Maybe I’m running blind
I miss the sunset
That I’ve never even seen
I want those grey skies
Cause’ the suns just boring me
When the rain is on my face
You know I dream of far away
So, let’s stay up till the morning
Even if we never see the light
There’s so much to find
So, just give me one more night

Well, I missed Thanksgiving again
That makes three years
Truth be told
I feel more at home when I’m not there
For I have mountains to climb
And views to see
Thankful for the feeling of being so...
Disassociated
Not that I don’t think of them often
I’m just not to my own personal summit yet
Looking forward to coming home
Nothing is better sometimes
I guess I just like it like that

just look ‘round

My mother use to tell me
To be careful with the blonde girls
With pretty smiles
For they carry daggers on their lips
And their favorite place to kiss
Is the back of your neck
So, you can’t see the blood
That’s been drawn