The sound of the deaths of the insects on the windshield
harmonize with the static on the radio.
A song that I've dedicated to you.
I'm run down, I'm worn out,
I desperately need sleep.
The suns down, I'm still out,
What is it that's keeping me?
I keep hearing that there's no place like home,
but even when I'm there, I still feel all alone.
I'll keep driving until I see the sun rise.
The silhouettes of the insects on the dashboard.
And I'll keep driving, mile after mile,
wanting something more.
Track Name: Grasping At Straws
I contradict myself more than I would like to admit.
I've come up with solutions, but I just can't commit.
I think I would like this world more if I never opened my eyes.
And I'm waiting for the rains to come and flood out my head,
to drown my sorrows, but it seems they've learned to swim.
Searching for anything and everything that's welcoming.
I'm welcomed by open arms with severed hands,
But severed hands hold on to nothing.
So for now, I'll just keep following
ghosts down these dead ends.
Track Name: Isolationism
Some of my loneliest nights
have been spent in crowded rooms.
Surrounded by the ones I love,
but sometimes I feel like that just isn't enough.
It doesn't matter where I am or who I'm with,
there's just this overwhelming feeling of emptiness.
And I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
but as these days pass I grow more confused
as to what is what and who is who.
It's so sad to say this, but it is the truth
I could move on and leave behind everything
that everyone is so afraid to lose.
Track Name: Interlude
I know that I can't change the past,
but the past has changed me,
and I just can't get past that.
Track Name: Sundowning
I really hope that there's more to life
than feeling less alive everyday.
Soon enough all I'll know is silence,
I've been running out of things to say.
Or maybe it's just that my words
are starting to taste like vomit when I speak
and no matter how hard I try,
everything around me still looks bleak.
you're there, but it isn't you.
Every word, every action,
I don't care if the sun of never rises again.
I would rather be blind than keep breaking my neck
every time I turn my head,
Looking, searching to see your face again.