i know you want to leave, but friend, please don't take your life away from me.

i'll keep the lights on in this place, 'cause i don't wanna fall, fall a-

i know you're not a liar, and i know you could set fire this day.

"follow me instead."

'cause i will save face for names asake, abuse grace.

'cause nobody knows his life.

i'm in your mind. i'm singing la-da, la-da, la-da-da

he goes to lock the door.

your bones are held together by your nightmares and your frights.

but no matter how, how tightly i will strain, the sand will slow me down and the water will drain.

no one looks up anymore 'cause you might get a raindrop in your eyes, and heaven forbid they see you cry.

and he is waiting oh so patiently while we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability.

and i just don't say what you wanna hear, so i'll write my fears.

they deflect the disrespect when they say that they blame it on the times.

hello, we haven't talked in quite some time.

then the wages of war will start inside my head with my counterparts.

so i cracked open my box, someone have picked the lock, a little light revealed the spot where my fingernails had fought, then i pushed it open more, pushing up against the door, then i sat up off the floor and found the breath i was searching for.

the end can't come soon enough, but is it too soon?

if you decide to live by what you thinks wrong and whats right, believe me you'll begin to wish you were sleeping your weeping will creep in your head and you'll cry.

but then i remember when you packed my car, you reached in the back and buckled up your heart for me to drive away with.

do me a favor and try to ignore as you watch him fall through a blatant trapdoor.

and i'll die as i wait as i wait on my crime.

i'll keep the lights on in this place.

look in the mirror and ask your soul if you're alright.

of course i'll be here again, see you tomorrow but it's the end of today.

someone said "away you go," and someone said to you "goodbye."

and i'll fall in line.

as we fall in line.

and as we near the end of land, with our ocean graves are just beyond the sand.

in the morning air how he used to hustle all the people walking through the fairgrounds.