Dear my anxiety, give me another breath. Give me the chance to move on. Untie this noose from around my neck. Let’s pretend for a minute, we’re not losing our minds and regretting it. It’s probably for the best I pull this knife from out my chest before there’s nothing left. Take me home, cause I’m tired of playing these games alone. ‘Cause in my head, the words I said would be left unsaid. There’s no sign of a welcome, nowhere to hide, and you’re losing your cashflow and that comes as a big surprise. If this is how it goes then I’d rather be somewhere else, it goes to show this world is far from its best. We’re tired, and we’re “under-qualified”, but at least we can say we tried.
Track Name: Childhood Haunts
When did it get so easy to get so lost in our worlds ideals? All the places we used to hangout, well they’re all gone now which begs the question: who seals the deal? ‘cause it sure as hell weren’t me. I must have missed the memo or just missed the point. I just find it hard to understand why or how these things are necessary; they’re things of which we can’t afford. These dust clouds reminds me, like shards from our pasts. I must remember what stood here before me, ‘cause in the end that’s all we have left.