Call sign: receipt
Reject feelings
Impact insect
Fall down the steps
Break ribs for fun
Move home to guns
Pass out reflect
Compassion sex
In black Abyss
I see my kids
All dead at 12
A jar in hell
Frozen for all
Eat at the mall
It's all the same
It's all a game
I feel just like everybody else does
I remember seeing Matt on the school bus
Praying to the afghan rug in the backyard shed at my parents' house
Figuring my way back home
In a phase of school bus memories
Sitting on the plastic seat of the first place where I lost myself
Never thought we'd lose Matt
Never thought Shawn
Never thought we'd lose
I found myself finding myself
Searching for what it is to tell
You all the things I couldn't tell
It's over now it's over now