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[Verse 1]
I just drove under the Lincoln sign
To where New Jersey meets the New York line
And through the tunnel for the last time
With everything crumbling behind
I stood still until I felt the shakes
Of two bodies that were parting ways
I didn’t want to be the one to say:
"I know this hurts, but it’s time to break
In two pieces, the fault line is not secure"
A boat or bridge is needed to get back to her
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm paralyzed
When I look at the extra space left in my bed
And think about all the things we did
At least I’m feeling more alive
But I still have some old weight that I’ve got to shed
Before I find happiness
[Verse 2]
I make mountains out of my worries
And I plant pain, instead of sturdy trees
I have got to wash these old sheets, so I can fall asleep
There are times, there are times, I reach for the phone
To tell you that there might still be some hope
Holding on, holding on, to the slack of rope
But that’s the whiskey talking, so: I hope that you can find some peace in life
Can you survive without me? 'cause I thought I’d be fine
Now I'm slurring every single line!
[Chorus]
I feel like I'm paralyzed
When I look at the extra space left in my bed
And think about all the things we did
At least I’m feeling more alive
But I still have some old weight that I’ve got to shed
I've got to move on before I find happiness
[Bridge]
I've got to move on before I can find happiness
This isn’t fair, nobody taught me (how to let go)
"Just be here now and you’ll be set free" (from sorrow?)
But at this time, I don’t see clearly (how will I know?)
What is the point? What is the meaning?
[Outro]
Now, I’m struggling, I black out so I can’t dream
But I still see you sneaking through my weary head
I suffer from a drought of medicine to dull self-doubt
I just wanna drown you out with southern poison
If I had a drink, for every god damn time I think
About your pale skin dressed in pink
Then at least I could sleep
If I had a shot for every god damn time I thought
About your face and what I lost
At least I’d get some sleep
Sleep, sleep, at least I’d get some sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep, then at least I’d get some sleep
Blackout was written by Buddy Nielsen.
Blackout was produced by Brian McTernan.
Senses Fail released Blackout on Tue Oct 07 2008.