Burning bridges coming down to the surface
Kamikaze brain waves just to find a purpose
And I'm searching for a hive mind to turn into a vice
I'm addicting to the feeling, finding meaning where the lies lie
Taking steps among the present purgatory
Move around the fiends by any means I'm sure you've heard the story
A hundred times and many more just like its clock work
Lucid fantasies consume our dreams and when our brains burst
We come to, to see the perks of an alliance
A purpose through our iris turns our minds against defiance
A siren song we move along just to not be broken
The sacred ritual to mean a promise as it's spoken
And I'd take another chance to make it up
I'd sleep inside the snow to keep you warm
All the moments I have I watch them fade into black
My anxieties wasted
I can't help but play it safe
Let my guard down like it's your problem to begin with
I don't know why I'm trying so hard
Suffer and panic, even rest won't help avoid the stress (stress)
My brain boggling bogged down, beaten half to death (death)
I thought that anger and resentment that I held so close
Would form into an armor so heroic you could learn to boast but (nope)
I started healing on the days I'm most forgetful
Meander through the chords and notes to write a poem that barrels
Through the notion of man that owes a hint of explanation
Distractions turned excuses turned to pity party learned to fake it
I know that wiser men than me have made their peace with patients
I know that singing in an empty room can ruin pacing
I know I owe it to myself to leave it as it is
Addiction comes in many forms
So what was mine? I think it's clear
And I'd take another chance to make it up
I'd sleep inside the snow to keep you warm
All the moments I have I watch them fade into black
My anxieties wasted
I can't help but play it safe
Let my guard down like it's your problem to begin with
I don't know why I'm trying so hard
My hands are too calloused just to let it all go
Sinking boats don't have a chance and God I already know
That time is moving it's a blessing and a curse to never go back
But mole hills turn to mountains, ever praying that you know that
I miss you