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12-31: I counted down the days
’til I could wave goodbye to that early grave.

01-01: the weather hasn’t changed, but the story’s over;
it’s time to turn the page.
I was not born with a strong voice;
it’s never been one to boom.
But I’ll be damned to go out quiet,

What have I seen other than what the bottom looks like?
Stuck somewhere between the gloom and the light
When you’re working towards building back those broken boards
You sometimes lose your footing
You often find yourself putting off everyone while finding comfort in other songs
To distract the fact that you’re actually disappearing
I have no excuses that I can offer
Just the hope that your forgiveness will hold back the water

retracing my steps in hopes to find
some part of me that may be somewhere left behind
there’s a fear, there’s a point, there is a problem
what if what I find won’t solve any of them
and I wonder why I have no motivation
I guess I just answered my own question
I’m not the golden boy so don’t shine me on
I’m the bastard son of romantic babylon

I’ve got my own brand of patriotism.
It comes with nights of emptiness,
where I show my true colors.
The real meaning of independence.

I’m hanging this flag as a warning for you to keep your range.
It’ll be better if you keep your distance.
It’ll be better if you just keep away.

there is weight in the words we’ve said
too heavy to carry in our heads
there’s a chance that I thought had gone
but here we are, playing along
I admit I’m scared
so fragile, emotionally impaired (hopeless)
damaged goods
so broken, so misunderstood

An unstable building that’s been
built on shaky ground
and what goes up
must come down
so let’s build it high
and then reinforce
all those little things
so this can run its course.

Call it a learning process
And I've never been that quick
Because I take things as they come
And I respond how I see fit
But it's easy to get distracted
As I've been living life abroad
But I starve for your acceptance
And I wait for your applause

Then came the sound of a perfect way out
Before the walls get to close and the ceiling falls down
I'll find excuses for my actions because I know better
And rob myself of joy, always and forever
The only way to calm my nerves so I can begin again
Is to close my door and listen close at 45rpm
And with a breath I say take me home
And when it ends I am left alone

Was it for purpose or obligation?
To rip the happiness from those homes to insure your own salvation.
When you’re walking a thin line between ignorance and confusion,
you won’t know the difference between a cycle and a revolution.
I’ve been counting the inches in that giant step back.
When love was on the line, circled in with blue or black.
The history books won’t forget to tell of this embarrassment.
These closets have been closed too long;

Sun down, Sun up.
I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate.
I lie in rhythm to open doors.
I follow suit and just want more.
My reputation is the same it’s been,
and I don’t care what happens.
I read the book, so I know the end.
I’ve probably said too much,

Every moment can’t remain
and every life won’t stay the same.
With time comes a layer of rust
and our bones will turn to dust.
Everyone will fall away
and every season is built on change.
With time the paint will peel
and all sense will lose it’s feel.

i feel what's best for everyone is to forget about me when I'm gone
because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving this
with my back to a hardwood floor
i understand that I'm not a provider but a center divider
i got lanes to explain the different ways i behave
a life thats a detour to where i am not sure
but if the sun is in my eyes i think i’m doing the right thing
i rely on exit signs, and destination times

if you’re looking for a place
to hang your head in shame
the light is always on
so come on in
my eyes are too big for my stomach
it can’t process all that i do
a rich diet of endless endeavors
at the expense of me and you

That sinking feeling when you're not yourself: searching for a reason for some kind of help, but all that comes is empty promises and feeling anxious and useless.
Then, when I'm at my worst, comes someone who I don't deserve. I'll call her destroyer, and I'll destroy her. If you never had the chance, sing hallelujah.

It's the most important game of chance
Judging judgements with a glance
But a spade's a spade, so they're all the same
A different shade with a different name
I've got my eye on the queen of hearts
I'm just tired of searching through this house of cards
Because I'm playing for keeps
With nothing to lose, you can't lose at all.

with intermission ending, the finale is approaching
it's not what you're expecting, there is no magic involved
now will you take your seats, and be quiet please
i need all eyes on me, as i try to explain:
this is my final act so may i have your full attention
and for my final trick i’ll make everyone who loves me disappear
but i won't know how to bring them back
alone i'll stand on this stage

Like staring at a flickering light:
you don’t know when it’ll burn out,
or how much time you have left to let it light up your life.
Because when you’re at your darkest,
it’s all you have to survive.
Like throwing copper in a well:
you’ll never know if wishes work only time can time.
But if superstitions can give someone faith,

i’m parting the sea between brightness and me
before i drown myself and everyone and everything
i got my hands behind my back
with two fingers overlapped
because i can never keep my word
and i share with the undeserved
for some cheap acceptance in return
the water will shape the sides

You can call this coming clean or the repeat
of what you know about the struggles I once
had as I’m learning to let go. I made a pledge
to myself, if I was to raise my voice to be direct
as I can be no matter what I may destroy. But
I can’t say I haven’t aged. I’ve outgrown what
I used to be. I won’t fake what is expected
to succeed with album three (that’s not me).

Lead the way, show me out
Give me a sign for something new somehow,
Or at least point me in the right direction
My train of thought is the kind of train out of town,
And when I caught up to it I saw no sign of slowing down
And to my surprise there’s a coin on the track
It’s forever the smallest things that create the most impact
Sometimes I just get ahead of myself, this I know,