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She spoke in storms, Telling stories about places That never existed Except in her head. She was a hurricane, just waiting to happen. And I was too eager, To explore the ruins of her mind.

The Abandoned Home That Never Was, And You

a feeling, like a long lost friend,

creeps in and out again.

and when it does

the lines will form

across the barren wastelands

of her skin.

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I thought a life of solitude Was hard enough on me. To be banished to the ocean's waves. To be banished to the sea. But it's so much harder To come back home And to have lost all that I thought Was home.

I Really Tried This Time

Put up the good fight. Like you always have, Like you always will. But in the end We all die alone Or so I was told By the wicked old bastard Who wore scars like tattoos And gave me my own Like he was getting paid for it.

The Good Fight // It’s Not Worth It

This wishing well's gone dry Throw another coin in And watch your dreams Just pass you by.

I’m Waiting For Something To Believe In

I think it's time I saved myself. I've been lying at the bottom of the ocean And like an anchor's been resting on my chest, I've been struggling to breathe. You know what they say, If you try hard enough You can get used to just about anything.

It’s Not That Hard

What a dirty word. I don't want to say it. I'm not prepared to make the step You took without me.

But I Don’t Have A Choice

Perhaps I traded One addiction For another. I choose the bottle now. I guess I was getting drunk From your kisses Before.

So Why'd I Throw It All Away?

My feet are wet From walking Where she meets the sand. The ocean brew Would've killed me too If she knew Who I am.

Or What I Planned To Do

I took a small trip To the mountain range To see if I could Outrun the pain. But all I found Was another bottle I couldn’t help but drink from.

So I Wouldn’t Have To Feel The Pain

A mug of coffee And another packed pipe To warm me in the morning light. The tobacco's sweet and stinging aroma Fills the small room, Showing the hidden beams of light As they peek through the blinds I recall the nights Spent in this very house. The nights I drank too much And said the things I didn't mean. The house where you looked for comfort In another man While I was looking for comfort In the bottle. I know it was my fault But God damn it. I have to blame you.

I Have To // Morning Light