I gave away my failing strength, affording store brand memories. While some hold books and some hold rings, all carry the weight of fate. I don’t believe in destiny, I only believe in me. In high school, I used to hitch my wagon to a car. Everyone was see through. Everyone was seen as everything you taught them to be; could’ve would, but you should’ve knew. I’m not pretending I read it. Every Sunday give us meaning, every Friday gives us life. I’ve overcome the accident that’s my life. This is my life. Taking nothing for nothing.
Track Name: The Romantic
You won’t get it, but you try and take it all. You think it’s justified, by moments that are long since gone. Wait it, I’ve found that I’m finally out the window again. I’m holding out hope that tomorrow I’ll see where I fit in.
It’s not confined to a philistine’s crimes. I wish that I could fuck like I was 20 again. Wait it, I’ve found that I’m finally out the window again. I’m holding out hope that tomorrow I’ll see where I fit in.
And I don’t care. I don’t mind. I kill habits all the time.