chasing a lie

tracing our scars

moaning for help to be held

and every day we feel further away from ourselves

the concrete is wet, i feel too comfortable

my response isn't limited to reactions

and everything dies its little deaths everyday

so with my head up my ass

and my foot on the gas

i set out to write a synonym for loss

hands caught in the door

and my face on the floor

i'll write one for you



Thanks to Justin (xcore@optonline.net) for these lyrics