shrug your shoulders and become indifferent.
drugs aren't working anymore, and you can't block out your past
and there's not enough cigarettes to block out the stress
what's constant recovery, and who are you?
When you're overdosing and calling it quits,
pale face, blue lips, and you have circles under your eyes
but somehow, you're still alive, just not living too well.
this is the end, and this is nothing but an echo,
and i keep repeating myself, but i wouldn't be able to look at you the same
we move together like the sky seems to move
but the way we move is all an illusion
maybe i'm a hypocrite, but i can't handle the both of us
how am i supposed to keep you from slipping down?
my head hurts and i can't breath.
is this all my fault or your fathers fault?
is there a part of him you left  behind,
or am i a bad influence because i force you think about these things?
i think too much and i'm suffocating, and you look like
what someone looks like when they lose hope,
you remind me of darkness when i'm just trying to live
and maybe i should stay away from you, and take a breath
because death is laughing at the both of us, and we're waving at him
so maybe we should just go back to staring at each other
because we don't know each others names

my teeth grind together and i gasp for air,
this air is not the one i'm used to,
it knocks on my skull and no one thinks to ask
am i down?
i taste the air and it doesn't remind me of home
but really i have no clue where i belong

of everything I want to feel,
really, it's no big deal.
one more year, give me one more year
i'll try to get away
i don't want to look back
i don't want to think about it

I was driving through town and I rolled down my window,
you know the feeling when you're all alone,
your music is playing and all you can smell is gas and fast food
and you're tired of hearing the town?
You know the feeling when you're getting on the highway,
and the food smells fade,
and you turn down the volume of your music
all that you want to listen to is passing semi trucks
because you feel sick
and still there is no warm company
because you already gave your friend a lift back to their house,
but you're on the highway, and you're tired of everything?
and you know the feeling when you'd rather close your eyes
than drive because you don't want to breathe in anymore?
Because you don't feel like you belong, and the air is humid,
weighing you down, but you were so happy two minutes ago
even with the wind ruffling your hair up at 80 MPH,
you still don't feel alive?
and you still can't feel like all your friends do?

You're in my brain
You're in my skin
You're in my blood
You're in my veins
You're in my writing,
And everything is for you.

How could I go my whole life,
not caring if I fell asleep next to anyone,
(I never cared until you)
How could I meet someone and care
for two years straight
about how I am not waking up next to you,
you'll be the death of me,
and you're in my dreams.
I shake when I wake and find you're not there beside me

You're a mess, kid.
You started smoking cigarettes because they did too,
and you wanted something to have an excuse to talk to them.
"Can I have a smoke?" and you held your breath
But you tell yourself it's not for them.

You heard their music taste and decided that you'd listen to that band
In your car over and over and you fall in love with the music,
but you claim you love the tune because it's refreshing,
said you didn't do it for them,
but now you've got another thing to talk about

and you're introduced to foods you hate and people you're forced into
but you didn't do it for them, right?

You dye your hair darker,
but it's not for them,
and you're not breathing for them
you're not staying in this worthless place for them

but you realized you're only lying to yourself,
and it's all for him