i've got myself to blame for this,
this is the first day of my life,
you are sober, acting drunk,
could have been a night like any other,
shadows all around you as you surface from the dark.
weight of days lost holding you down,
coin operated boy sitting on the shelf,
there is nothing you can do that i have not already done to myself,
when your only friends are hotel rooms,
"over and out", she said from a hospital bed.
if you're so smart, explain this,
are we growing up or just going down?
we found a house with a yard and moved all of my things,
since that clock's first tick,
tell me all your plans and i'll laugh back in your face.
it's the calming before the storm,
two to one, static to the sound of you and i,
i want be the picture on your wall,
i have a story, a bitter anthem,
if we cut out the bad, well then we'd have nothing left.
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