Exhale before you take my breath away.
Another bottle just to drown away the day.
Another smoke just to calm the nerves again.
Lost in you, but you refused to stay.
No worry, don't fret about it.
I'll find myself at the last straw,
when I turn my back and run away
from all of this when the ice melts
into puddles of pain soaking
through our worn soles.
Its been another eternal winter,
a cold chill that never goes away.
My words have dried up, I feel nothing
beneath this blanket of cold dreams
but the raging lava of hate I have hidden there
and I fear I cannot hold it any longer.
Just exhale again before you refuse to stay.
Another bottle broken, the message still remains.
Another cherry burns a hole into the page.
Stuck in this sick and spinning game.
There seems no way to pacify.
Seems there's no paths to reasons why.
I have no answers for myself, how could I
ever help you, however much I want to?
What good is it to be an ear
when there's nothing left to say
because you've said everything,
and I've said everything, and
there's no solutions because
it all adds up to nothing
in a world that's too much to handle
and too damned frigid to bear,
where we wrap ourselves in blankets and
mistake ourselves for the masks we're forced to wear,
within these bitter and calloused containers
resting on this uneven ground,
I've decided not to give up,
I beg you to stick around.
I know the world is spinning,
but in a world of perpetual flux
this has got to pass.
Inhale again, my dear, this time
I refuse to take it back.
Another bottle just to drown away the day.
Another smoke just to calm the nerves again.
Lost in you, but you refused to stay.
No worry, don't fret about it.
I'll find myself at the last straw,
when I turn my back and run away
from all of this when the ice melts
into puddles of pain soaking
through our worn soles.
Its been another eternal winter,
a cold chill that never goes away.
My words have dried up, I feel nothing
beneath this blanket of cold dreams
but the raging lava of hate I have hidden there
and I fear I cannot hold it any longer.
Just exhale again before you refuse to stay.
Another bottle broken, the message still remains.
Another cherry burns a hole into the page.
Stuck in this sick and spinning game.
There seems no way to pacify.
Seems there's no paths to reasons why.
I have no answers for myself, how could I
ever help you, however much I want to?
What good is it to be an ear
when there's nothing left to say
because you've said everything,
and I've said everything, and
there's no solutions because
it all adds up to nothing
in a world that's too much to handle
and too damned frigid to bear,
where we wrap ourselves in blankets and
mistake ourselves for the masks we're forced to wear,
within these bitter and calloused containers
resting on this uneven ground,
I've decided not to give up,
I beg you to stick around.
I know the world is spinning,
but in a world of perpetual flux
this has got to pass.
Inhale again, my dear, this time
I refuse to take it back.
