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I remember when we were so young like new sheets on the bed
Felt the cool touch of love like it begins, just like it's never going to end
I could see the light coming off us
Like old stars in the night there was only so much shining we could do
Before our light ran through

We're all stitched up in never enough

A knock on the door from an old friend that you thought that you'd never see again.
You prayed that the sad seasons would end, but they weren't listening.
So take your coat from the bin under the bed.
I watched it go away in the pale reflection of my face.
I count the hours as they're circling the drain. I'm out of time to waste.
To navigate the empty page, I'll need all the motivation I can fake.

As far as I'm frankly concerned, there's still no water when the faucet handles turn.

It happened again
I got lost some way back to my own doorstep
You could say that I've let myself
Fall victim to the static in my head

I think it's probably a safe bet
That I've been trying hard to forget
That no matter the words I say

Take me somewhere where the summer never ends,
And we count the seasons by the corners of your bed.
Today the dog sleeps in and we dress ourselves in blankets once again.

'Cause there's a list of plan that I've been meaning to make
But every day is just a promise that I'll break,
So fold your maps until the miles can't take me away again, me away again.

Oh, shake me down;
I'm the son of a never-ending doubt.
Love, please hang around,
Because I'm the kind of wreck you read about and I'm sinking now.

I'm finding new ways to burn,
Disassemble,
Disappear like a half-woke dream.

For answers, address your questions to the mirror
because I'm losing it.
Failure has grown to feel just like a standard
that we never set.
When is "Enough now." enough?
When do you admit that you're done?
Because god only knows what they'll say about me
when the curtains have finally drawn.

Maybe we lost our place
and all I need to say is,
"Come and find me like an old crease in the page."
I'm figuring it's too late,
but I'll ask you just the same
what it pays to keep yourself so far away.

You keep yourself so far away.

I watched the fireworks explode,
and from your shoulders I could see a different world.
No lies, no hate, no fear, no pain,
just flashes of blue and yellow flame.

I smiled, you smiled, but smiles can fade.

How am I a product of this man?

Tonight I set out
on a journey from behind your ears and your neck down
along the sharp curves of your spine.
I hear you whispering
like a seashell that is trying to keep the ocean in,
tucked in the sand dunes of your skin.

No matter how hard that we beg, the miles take you away,

When they ask me whether you mean more to me
Than moving pictures on a T.V. screen
Am I supposed to say
That I was young when you left and you don't keep in touch these days,
Or that the bottle had it's say and took you away?

I wonder if you know your family misses you so
The hardest lessons learned

I’ve come to terms that I’m not concerned
With planting my feet and moving onward
I’m growing older but I can’t get over
The need of colder skin when I know that home is warmer
It’s just I’ve got this problem
Where I want to be everywhere I’m not
But I’m thankful for what I’ve got

For all intensive purposes I'm dead.
The alarm clock sets my fate and tonight this place means nothing.
Just concrete walls dressed in photographs of people I've never met.
These are the things you think about when you can't get to bed.

But I've heard it said that the toughest times will end.
But I've seen enough to know that those are just
flimsy affirmations from your friends.

It's about time now that you find out your egos a coffin, so lie down.
It's about time now that you put your pride away,
'Cause there's something about how the words sound when they're coming out of your own mouth
That make you wonder what you think this weighs.

We're the lucky ones
And we tore these days undone.
We're the bastard sons

I spent my night sweating through my clothes,
and screaming until my throat ached like burning coals.
Still it’s not right that everything I know gets caught between
the gnashing teeth of the hype machine.

End measured mile.
There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming.

I've been following the steam trail of her breath
on these winter streets, running from an early death.

And she's everything I need, want, and can't have.
She's the foreign life I've desperately been clawing at.
I'm clawing at.

Countless time upon countless time,

I climb the wooden stairs to my apartment in the city
with dark brown molding and white walls.
I search my bank account for traces of the forty-hour weeks
I’ve been working since last fall.

Give me a list of alarms to set,
I’ll tuck myself into bed
and hope that I can sleep in on the weekends.

don’t believe in anything worth fighting for, worth dying for.
I don’t believe the clouds are hiding much more than a reason to downpour.
So what would you do if you were me?
Give up, forget, and go back to sleep.

And I believe that heaven is like her ocean eyes, deeper than mountains climb.
And I believe that hell is like watching her smile knowing she'll never be mine.
So what would you do if you were me?

Somebody already wrote the book on defeat
so far be it from me to think I'm reinventing anything.
If life's a list of mistakes and all the ends I can't make meet then read them to me.

You are something next to nothing, and I'll hold you like a lock set holds a key.

And we can watch the cracks splinter away
like it's summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

We're all living just to find our latest loss,
So cut your anchor loose and swim your way across.
And when the day gives way to dusk and the circle closes 'round,
Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down.

It was around this time of year when we first met,
You were my age and I didn't know it yet
but you'd be there for every time I lost my step

There's a kid I used to know
his heart exploded one day after school
when we were walking home.
My mother told me son
that boys heart was so full up with love that
it just gave out there wasn't enough room.

But I heard he wrote a love song

What does it mean when it doesn't shine like it did when we were 18?
You were the trees that kept the pouring rain from falling down on me.

And I know that it got cold,
But I hung everything I owned along your limbs.
Now my spit's dried to the pavement,
And my lashes are stuck wet to their lids.

I heard you coming in clear all of last year
just like a hundred calling bells,
but I fought like hell just to disbelieve my ears.
Because life's cruelest trick is to forget that permanence is something that won't stick,
and the end will draw you in just like a moth against the wick.
Like it lifts you up,
it will set you down in tiny pieces on the ground if you're too close to hear the sound.
Show me something life won't break,

Well I’ve been wading in your waves up to my chin,
sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in.
Losing sight of land, I’m wondering,
“How’d I ever trick myself to get back in?”

Believe me, there’s no harder thing in this life
than believing that happiness is within my arm’s reach
and seeing that there is beauty in this world that I have been missing,

We were kids on that sylvan street where you lived.
There were fears, but they were never ours for those years.
Like your Grandpa’s car broken down by your front door stairs,
we were never meant to move, life couldn’t touch us there

Do your hands shake when you think of the ways we lived?
Does your heart ache just to turn back the pages again?
Back to Dan and Jose teasing us in your basement chairs.

I don’t know who you are, and it’s too hard to keep pretending
that you’re more than the mark of an old scar that doesn’t hurt anymore.
I’ve grown numb of the fear that everything I’ve done
was being controlled by the father, by the son, by the holy ghost you’ve become.

I would fold my hands and buckle to my knees,
and I would pray the sky would fall down on me.
I would stumble to the shore to be baptized in the waves

Believe me when I say
that there will always be cold days,
but the grass is only greener here if you plant it that way.
So you can lock yourself away,
give up, forget, go back to sleep,
or you can realize that there is so much more to life than yesterday.

I don’t need a life preserver to keep my head above the waves,

The sun is coming up in the Monday sky,
and I could toss and turn until these sheets caught fire.
It’s an eight-semester game of chance
in this lonely room with these empty hands;
eight AM is the last thing on my mind.

But I, I can count the ways
we let the minutes slip from our hands