those nights disappeared like words written in the sand

and we think it makes us better off

and then we laughed about the loss



but there's a thousand miles of pavement between you and I

I'd drive another hour just to get me home tonight

but you don't have the eyes to see

the writing on the wall that says I'm sorry



you can't say a word tonight, the stars have got you hypnotized

spit out all those lies before you choke on them

it's not to late to make amends, when all our lives turn to quicksand



frustration, so tired, things don't seem better

after all frustration, so tired, things don't seem better off

at all can't you see it's killing me