Bowing to a monolith of grief
Obsessing over discord
Daydreaming of nights
That led my staggering steps to nowhere
Bathing in the Summer night’s cold
And in the black of night
I feel so old
I feel so worn, quartered, and torn
Hung from the post
Where my brothers once sung
Cut from the tie
Where my sanity binds
Hung from the post
Where my brothers once sung
Cut from the tie
Where my sanity binds
Stuck in Winter’s Hell
With just you in mind
Waiting in the cold
Where we hide behind
I can’t move on
Because I can’t shed the weight of myself
I can’t move on
Because I can’t shed the weight of myself
There is no such thing as
The past, present, or future
There just is
And it never goes away
I thought about you
For the rest of the day
Catching my head
Turning to find you again
I hated myself for it
I hated myself
I hated myself for it
I hated myself
I hated myself for it
I hated myself
I hated myself
I hated myself
