you grab the guitar, i'll grab the keys and by tomorrow morning i'll have something to scream and even if no one listens, well fuck it we gave it out best shot
cause it was never too late for me to stay but a previous engagement was always in your way and like a crashing skier i buried my legs in hopes for a soft spot
i feel bitter and angry and tired and cold but mostly just disappointed that all your lies were my dreams coming true for you
so now i'm drunk as fuck and throwing up in the middle of a dark and empty road searching for forgiveness but what god would forgive this now i see that the world is spinning, there's no beginning and no ending and all life is is what i make it