Searching for something that doesn't exist
Surfing this highway looking for exits
I think you're lost
None of your stories are touching
You'll amount to nothing
You're in need of something to black out your lung
Break all your teeth
You don't mean anything to me
I don't mean to beg but will you please leave me alone in peace to grieve
My fleeting memory of pleasant things revolving around you and me
And my own curse; conversations make things worse
You're vomiting i'm choking on dirt
You're always type B
The short film actress
Its in your practice to leave me wondering
So i'm no longer thinking of anything
I cant be responsible for any tidal wave your unbalance perspective may create
I wont answer the calls others were forced to make just to pretend i'm not on a dinner plate
The others cant believe
Ego is under siege
Our dreams are suffering yet we don.t feel a thing
Others cannot believe our dreams are suffering
Yet others don't know how we go to show that we must drown six feet down
We must drown six feet down