You are no comedian
Your scene is not a joke
The message left intact until you spoke
Scribbled down on tattered linen then moved to a glass display
'Til you cracked the case, snatched it and ran away
The kids in their bedrooms are screaming
We're old enough now
To reclaim a conscience clear
We have to start somehow
Let them be
The sentiment is lost on all but me
Causе unknown
The sense of loss makеs me feel less alone
Days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent, yeah
The time has come to come to terms with all the things you've done
The guilt and anger you try and outrun
Spend your nights having pillow talk with a bottle on your floor
But the dialog just leaves you wanting more
You cradle your booze like a baby
Grieve identity lost
Trade kind words for spitting fire
Ignorance in favor of desire
Still I go
In search for answers I may never know
Still I find
This train of search helps me sleep through the night
An uphill battle's still a fight
Days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent, yeah
And I would rather drown
Than end up like you