Works in Progress. I'll come back to them when it feels right.
Leave it all alone Brush it off; that hand on your shoulder Keep it still, that beating heart Its just about time to let it out Scream...as if you didn't matter Scream...as the reality sets in High hazy fucked up crazy drive Where you think it is clear as day That the sun comes up and sets When it is no longer brilliant Then hides away at night in shame Singing the song that we sing to every morning The hymns that we dream to every night These dreams are filled with hope They desperately hold onto the dark of night Running away to security When the world below gives way Leaving it all behind was just too easy Now scream...the down kicks hard Now scream...the rage is raw In that high hazy fucked up crazy drive...
How many words do we speak in life? How many phrases, sentences, lines unmentioned Do we give voice to the silent? But when silence puts the tense in your sentences And fear makes you afraid to speak clear phrases And words and lines make hurt and grind away at your conscience We take the little things apart Make us realize that real eyes miss those real lies Make us realize that careless words make people love you a little less That every mistake is learned from