I am stuck in minor chords
I'd been here once before
With environmental echoes
By your baggage on my floor
So get over here
Lets grab ourselves another beer
Drink untill tomorrow to forget that we're stil alive.
Drinking to forget
somehow breaths regrets
dissolusion faces upon friends with seldom meths
I do believe that my
self-constructed alibi
Is cracking under pressure whilst i'm breaking on the inside
I'm sick of making sure
I'm sick of sitting with my hands trapped falling down my back and,
telling people I know
More than they needed to know
And this song is more, than the self indulgant rantings, closure for the times that have let you down
you know I need you around
Well I'm still here, long overdue, but it seems like your.....
So this ones for the friends
If not so for themselves
and this new lifes directing us
and marching throught a town
you made us feel at home
broken backs on floors of stone
but I'd rather wake there any day
than wake up here alone.
