Your mind's always racing down the wrong side
gonna get you tongue tied, eyes wide wishing that you never woke up
catch a feeling from the wrong friend
photo of a near death I've been feeling like I'm gonna throw up
what's the point in repetition
when it always taste like poison
I wanna break out like there's a different me
bang out heads until we couldn't see
I tried to find bliss
In all the wrong places
How could we miss what's in front of our faces
too many people to forget
to many voices in my head
saying get yourself going down the train tracks, never have to look back.
sink into that feeling that you never wanted to be alone.
what's the point in restitution
when the good times are so distant