This was never my strong suit, all the months I've set away Doors revolving bowls and bottles blurred the deadline comfortably The most work I've put forth's to put off responsibility Hardly conscious, owl hours finding downtime in a dream Too blind to see who's behind makes for assumptions and shadows to take the lead I concede my fear, but this creeping contempt is only what I'll permit to appear Gonna keep playing some tunes 'til we get a little bit farther To grovel for your blessing seems a hell of an offer Don't bother; I'm hurt, but we're too far to stop here Gotta keep paying our dues even if it only gets harder Smash up the house and all the windows in it Burn down the house that flooded our equipment Trash the fucking house until we find the car keys in it We'll find home without I am sure of the potential if I could stop making excuses from my phone to the time Not to waver with the weather, finding shelter outside Bleach the mold that's on the ceiling; clear the cough syrup isle In-between self-assurance and an open mind Make efforts not to interrupt but know how to still be alright It's gonna happen... But now the generous and loyal, who I am grateful have cared Would let our lives become leverage while we've next to nothing to share Not to take them for granted, just to save this marriage... So I fix to this feeling as my only sense of pride New perspective, coins collected; this is ours, not yours or mine Born the bride of the music. May the music never die Sayonara. Toast tomorrow 'Til then we can't just wait for it Never said that we could do it alone, but still, we can't just wait for it Light our asses up and take to the road Home's wherever you'd offer