- Folding the pages
In the city the commute is a silent train
full of tired workers. Blank stares,
discomfort, and caffeine keep them
awake. And it seems so sad to me.
But it's honorable still. And I wish
them peace at this pace. It will never
change. And I think I'm finally over it.
- Indecision
I'm tied with indecision
I know exactly what I mean
Too hard to deal with bullshit stalemates
Stalemates of deceit
So I hit the bottle
I hit the bottle with both hands
I hit the bottle so I could speak
- Irish handcuffs
We struggle to remember.
We struggle to forget.
No strangers to addiction.
We're just drowning the pain.
Good times with good friends.
Good fights with enemies.
We'll struggle to remember,
but we can't forget.
- Melatonin
Black or white it seems the answer is cut and clear to you
This misconception of what you want and what it takes to feel free
This kind of shit will steal your sleep and only lead you to a breakdown
No matter what I do I never seem to feel ok
I'm either trying to fall asleep or stay awake through the day
And for what in return?
It's getting harder than it's been in 27 years
It's killing me!
- Point Break
Where do I sleep tonight?
Where did I leave my mind?
I’ll end up on the floor
And these words will do just fine.
I remember the nights spent up on rooftops.
I remember bike rides in the rain.
We spray painted all their signs to what we wanted them to say.
- what separates us all
Is it so overwhelming to accept the fact
that everybody feels?
Then classify, objectify each other. Whatever helps
you sleep.
The upper class, the middle class, the lower...we're all one of the three.
It's true there is a color divide. It's not black or white, it's green.
One nation of division and conformity.