i'm still learning what this is.

days feel like a perfect length, I don't need 'em any longer but for goodness sake do the years seem way too short for my soul corazón. way too short for my soul, corazón.

some doors have stay out spray painted in white.

it's reassuring, you keep coming around, it's tough to find good company.

you're fighting for the front row, that's a nice try.

graduate now.

in a season of lessons learned and giving up, you learn what you can and can't take.

just keep your plans, i hope that you never have to drop.

tracing out a line, a route i've mapped a thousand times.

fear of the past and (relative pain!)

i know that its a risk saying this, don't fight me.

i hope that i can satiate the craving.

you've had your turns with (relative pain!)

try your best to look like this is not your first time.

if you really wanna know what i'm thinking.

in a season of lessons learned and giving up, you learn what you can and can't take.

don't have to drop by, nothing you can do this time.

a painful reminder and a terrible dream.

so now you pick who you serve, you bow to the masses.

i found my self esteem then turned so cold.

water rips with rage, endless row of angry waves making its way towards me.

your favorite song was on the oldies station, push on through.

she just wants to catch a wave, ride it out to the end of her days.

try your best to look like this is not your first time.

so tell your friends that follow bots anonymous.

oh it's you. well, welcome back to the show. (been a minute.)

disassociate, i'm navigating, i'm navigating my head.

concentrate on a little gap in the ice, seems to be about as wide as our chances.

running late so i didn't have the time.

i'm a bit too old to run away.