Drowning

The cure is bending

at my heart again, and

I leave right through

the window of my comfort.

So when I walk out

on that road at night;

the lights surrounding.

I'm not coming down.

The youth are drowning

in my thoughts again, and yeah,

I hope you hate my jaded views.

The tension all around me

turns to loathing.

I'm hazy

cause those people brought me down.

And i give it up.

I'll trade the blue one

for the white one,

'cause I'm running,

and i need a small vacation

in my mind.

I'm closing in here.

So i open up.

The stars exploding.

Don't pull me down to this.

Don't let me touch the ground.

If this is living it,

I'd rather go there

then spend my time within

those shadows all around.