The hills outside seem to love the sunrise
As the earth loves the moon
A state of growing pains and wishing for more lies
Anything and everything but you
Relative recompense, I'm cutting all the cords, I dream jumping every fence of shaking hands with swords
Malpractice, suits, old work boots and a place to lay my head
Write a rough draft off your will in case you end up dead
Anesthesia, (Anesthesia) it takes away your name, giving all the other options makes them all look the same
Neon light For a mausoleum, sudden seizure of every running theme
Working on the highway, Sandman on retainer, run the bloodied bile through an old coffee strainer
And the lights they burn my eyes, my respite is the moon
Make the broken path, the one that no one tries, the end is coming soon
