My back is tired of this broken couch, and lately I've been thinking about what this does to me at 3 A.M. in the morning
when I wake up freezing. Abstract castles through broken skylines, and shattered glass on the pavement reflecting designs
twice the size of what I'm trying to be. Even though it's not good for me I'm taking another swing at left cheek, another
busted tooth. Quick stops and pick me ups, changing so fast around this. Diana's lasting twice as long as me. When my lungs
fill up with water drowning further. At least were making memories. You won't find me walking alone through these trees anymore.
These long lonely branches of green bring the sadness. You won't find me walking alone through this madness, cause branches
keep scratching the fact that you were taking another swing at my heartstrings. Another broken soul. Pick up games of backyard
baseball using gravestones as the bases. I'm rounding third and headed for home and all I see are these ghosts with no faces.