This story thrives on being lonely all stray cats die unnoticed under our buildings ripe fruit falls quiet in the city we stumble, we cry, wonder how it came to rotting
this wrench of drama twists everything our petty problems rusting friendships to the point of breaking constant leveling the hurt and hurting
there are no footprints in the pavement no reminder of our trail from the escaping under this tragic weight of dying remember, remember, remember how we came to living
this wrench of drama twists everything our petty problems rusting friendships to the point of breaking constant leveling the hurt and hurting
the truth is somewhere in between the songs we write and the shadow the moon is casting levels everything our soiled century we're still learning our soiled century the hurt and hurting