First light
Town house fears of flat lines
Last night
Emptiness expands on a numb mind
You're right
The beats are down and the timings off
Our lives
Don't intersect at the present point
Maybe I'll see you in the next life
Maybe I'll see you at the right time
Check my head I'll try to cope
Then hang me up and let me go
My brain is fried and my legs don't work
I've been cut down by the curse of
Unsupported hope
Erase it
I guess that it's best if we let it go
Embrace it
It's all just a part of getting old
First world
Problems don't need to be solved
The last time
I find myself tied to a telephone
Maybe I'll see you in the next life
Maybe I'll see you at the right time
Check my head I'll try to cope
Then hang me up and let me go
My brain is fried and my legs don't work
I've been cut down by the curse of
Unsupported hope
I'd trade this city life
For a second try