I ask why, you don’t want to talk about the things that make you cry
im never really sure about the reason or the why
same thing, except the main intention yours was meant to cut,
that look upon your face can only mean one thing
and that is, yeah you hate the things im thinking, the things read in my eyes,
we opened up the box and let the demons in the skies, yeah the skies

but im learning all about my life
cuz I read it on the front page of the paper,
the boy on the bike has delivered my life
and along with it comes my alibi,
and im screaming at the sight of the print
in the corner as I read it I dropped my coffee,
the dates not today nor the day that’s before
it’s the next that’s what kills me I have no choice

I cant remember all the things you said
I cant remember all the times that you turned that perfect smile
upside down and then spun it all around
in the office that I animate
I’ve seen you cry but I cant relate to words from happy songs
yeah the title of a boy who’s a little bit empty

blind man I wish my limbs were broke
then id have hands to heal
but I cant wake up and I cant sleep
so just crash just crash

cuz in the time it took the flashing van
to split the road I actually cared about its destination
the car with the cans on the back and the sign
just buried my expectation

it pulled to the side pausing briefly like everyone else
asked the simplest questions
was it the wife of a lover or the child of a mother or some hated politician
and I remember reading all about it in the morning
and what an awful sad misfortune

the light had turned red but the witnesses said
that his eyes were on the girl beside him
so oh take your time rest your mind
and let other creep into your soul and oh


in my life there are few opportunities to
find release and justify some peace
justify some justify some find release and justify some peace
find release and justify some peace