Fremont

Such minimal and worthless things I get myself into

I get myself in two

And paragraphs rest angry words onto a landscape

That sinks me down to a level much lower than that

Of an angry kid with loaded words and too many silences

And I am looking back on these past few years

I've led myself on to think I'm better than this

I can't be better than this

Say what you wanted to say

The glory days have worn away

Stranded, we aren't the hopeless

Stranded, we aren't the hopeless

We've got it figured out or so it may seem

Maybe I just need some sleep