Misery...

is too self absorbed to want much company...

spinning.

Was it loneliness that brought you here
Broken and weak
Was it tiredness that made you sleep
Have you lost your will to speak
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away, far away, far away

Was it emptiness that made you weep
No more secrets to keep
Was it bitterness that gave you time
To forgive your sins
Was the earth spinning round
Were you falling through the ground
As the world came tumbling down
You prayed to God what have we done

Free me from these chains I need to change my way
Heal these broken wings I need to fly far away
Free me from these thoughts long forgotten down below
Take these angel's words give them life to carry on, carry on, carry on
Free me from these chains...

destiny.

I lie awake
I've gone to ground
I'm watching porn
In my hotel dressing gown
Now I dream of you
But I still believe
There's only enough for one in this
Lonely hotel suite

The journey's long
And it feels so bad
I'm thinking back to the last day we had.
Old moon fades into the new

hurt.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of shit
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

on point.

''a darkness carried in the heart cannot be cured by moving the body from one place to another''

morphine.

I'm free now to direct a movie
sing a song, or write a book about yours truly
how I'm so interesting, I'm so great
I'm really just a fuckup and it's such a waste
to burn down these walls around me
flexing like a heartbeat
we don't like to speak
don't talk to me for about a week
I'm sorry, it just hurts to explain
there's something going on that makes my guts ache

I got guilt, I got fear, I got regret
I'm just a panic-stricken waste I'm such a jerk
I was honest, I swear
the last thing I want to do
honest, I swear
the last thing I want to do
is ever cause you pain

I'm free now
free to look out the window
free to live my story
free to sing along

I'm free now to direct a movie
sing a song, or write a book about yours truly
how I'm so interesting, I'm so great
but I'm really just a fuckup, it's such a waste
to burn down these walls around me
flexing like a heartbeat
we don't like to speak
don't talk to me for about a week
I'm sorry, it just hurts to explain
there's something going on that makes my guts ache inside

I got guilt, I got fear, I got regret
I'm just a panic-stricken waste I'm such a jerk
I was honest, I swear
the last thing I want to do
honest, I swear
the last thing I want to do
is ever cause you pain

nobody fucking understands.

You know, it's like, ah, you know,
it's just a, it's just a, it's just a different thing,
you know, it's just, uh, it, because, you know, it's like, you know,
there's no real way you can put your finger on what that is,
you know, because it, whatever it is, you know,
some things we have to pass over, you know the,
you know it's like, you know it's just, um,
but that, that's the deal....

Everyday I wake up feeling this way
I take it downtown
With all the action going down
Stike your match, strike your match
Cook it up

I'm feeling so sick
I feel so fucking sick
On the bathroom floor

Gotta get out and get right
Hustling little girls
Cheating little boys
Yeah

Gotta get out
Gotta get out and get right
Gotta get out
I gotta get out no more
No more, no more
I gotta fuck

I'm feeling so sick
I'm feeling so sick
On the bathroom floor
I'm feeling so sick
No more

Yeah

I'm feeling so sick
I feel so sick
No more





i washed my sheets today. your smell is gone, but your memory lingers. nobody fucking understands. i go to bed thinking, spend my nights dreaming, and wake up to my heart and soul being eaten. nobody fucking understands.