Take all you ever hoped and all you ever dreamed.
Wrap it up in a dry paper bag and light it with gasoline.
Cause this systems got something missin. The whole world is crashing down.
And don't think for a second we can turn it all right around.
Can't afford to lose yourself and just go with the flow.
But going against the currents to strong. Well, who could have known.
Yeah who could have known we'd be able to make it this far.
My older sister wasn't supposed to see school, but now my own babies they almost are.
Everyday it's right around the corner. Every night it's in our dreams.
To scared to close your eyes, afraid you might miss it if you blink.
with every breathe it drags on. Same old footage, change the scene.
To the point you wonder in your brain and your heart whether your missing,
Just one little piece of the puzzle that would make it seem so close.
So you tattoo your feeling on your sleeve, and you pierce your nose.
But I'm running out of money to pay for all the ink
So I'll just rip out my heart do that everyone can see
These feelings that Im feeling and I hope that none of you feel
But maybe if you did it'd be just a little easier to deal
With all the confusion, all the traffic, and all the noise.
I've turned into a man, but I had plans of dying as a boy.
And I don't know what part of it all really scares me the most.
The fact that I'm slipping into the dark, or the fact that everyone knows.
And I don't know what part of it all really scares me the most, The fact that I gave up trying or the fact that everyone knows.
And I can see you on the shore line with your hands reaching out.
And for a second I can almost hear the words coming out your mouth.
And your telling me to kick, and your begging me to try
Saying how if I reach the shoreline that you'll hold me so tight.
How we will never have to fear and how we'll never have to part
But I'm just to scared to yell back that I just don't have the strength, don't have the heart.
don't have it in me anymore just to make it to the sand.
Much to hard to tread water with these wholes in the palms of my hands.
And how I'd love to come back and let it be us all again
But more than just me is drowning and the sirens, they still call my name.
The sirens call my name
The sirens call my name.
Sirens call my name.
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