Every single day
i seem to be digging my own grave
another foot down
to escape my world
as it's being burned down
it hurts now an forever
bacause we know
when we stop lying to ourselves
we wasted every moment together
though we're living in this hell
and I leave the T.V. on
so it feels like someone's alive here
while we're all sleepwalking
and we know **** well
that no one survived here
so stop and take a breath
to catch the ******* that we said
and peel the stress of your hands
so you don't feel like we're all dead
summertime,
the livin's rough
but it doesn't seem to bother us
cause we're allways too ****** up
to catch the moral of the story
cause it's boring growing up
only trust enough to touch
the face of my redeemer
but wherever she went
whatever she said
i can only mislead her
and i wish what I could find her
cause i'm starting to believe her
we live
our lives
like verything is fine
but when you scratch the surface
there's another truth to find
I find
we live
we die
and everything's allright
because the bottle's only half gone
guess i'll make it through the night
so we start another morning
dead from the night before it
our cigarettes and shillouettes
are symptoms of our longing
stretch, yawn
check the mirror for any damages
wash the blood and ***** off
thinking you can handle it
then the stomache goes south
from the abrasions and the chemicals
and exits through your moouth
in a sick, acidic spectacle
it happens to the best of us
when everybody's testing you
and you can't fight the feeling
that everything they said was true
that last beer
the one that you can handle
cause you're "man enough"
is you trying to tell yourself
i've had it up to here with love
saying that you've had enough
hit the bottle again
but second guess it
cause you know you're ******
finish every drop
at least this won't leave your feeling crushed.
******* A, man.
