Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Neither Route


Ive got some inspiration so I can write better in a state of desolation
Maybe Im better alone where I can run without being followed
Ill never learn. I want your attention as much as I crave your contempt
He was right when he said what I'd never be if I never left
All roads lead somewhere And I've never walked this one before
Ill bury you in tourbuses and new cities
As much As I try I can't pretend I don't feel more alive
Dirty and left out but Im at the top
And every song about me is another victory
Its vanity, maybe sick, but its also for the kids
I'll miss your puppeteering
I'll miss the bed we made
But it's better to be hurting
Than watch the fire fade.

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