Spit Out

Cracked paint, faded signs, she said "I'm done

I feel a lot like this town I'm so rundown

Did the job but it up and died

I've got to find something new that I can be now

So what defines me

Are all my best days and years behind me?

Far from the places we used to talk about

Picked up, chewed on and then spit out"

We kicked rocks a couple blocks and no one talked

"It's amazing I can fit five years in a broken cardboard box

Well I guess I'm still alive"

Blueprints they blew up the story's old

You grab a hold of what gets thrown or else you drown

See ideals and my visions all burn up

When the sun and nothingness beat down

Then we caught our reflection in the window

She said "I act tough, but we both know

That this puffed up face is safe in well worn places

Hurts to let it go

Give me some answers 'cause now I'm lost

So just where are we going now?"