The lights tick past at a steady clip
My hair greases the window, my teeth tug on my lip
I look and I listen to the beauty that surrounds me
Maybe if I try real hard, and minding its fraility
It'll find its way to me too
Some days I can almost believe it's true
And soon, I'll sotp throwing away everything I do
In a fit of disgust
And soon, I'll start coaxing words back out of my mouth
And relearn how to speak
I think it's the vast distances between my thoughts
That keeps me disconnected like a two-piece cross
As if watching family movies in the living room
The dead speak again, but it's a bit too soon
But it's an urge to end this lonliness that spurs my feetPast the sterile office builidings down into the sun-soaked street
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