stronger than addiction and decay. You are the one who got away, and now we?re forced to stand by helpless and watch you sinking like your coast in the pacific waves. And
the gnashing teeth of the hype machine. End measured mile. There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming. I spent my night driving empty roads, and
t think there?s something I would trade for the phone calls and the time I've spend awake. 'Cause last night I lied awake and watched her sleeping next to me, and
keeping me from sinking in the deep end? And all I can do is stall while the plans we make become grit in the storm drain?s teeth, and the rain is
face, and I?ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me. And now the leaves are turning on the trees and there?s a map between me and
t love you like she does, but still she bows her head and prays that you forgive me. So what does that make me? The unloving, ungrateful son of a saint? What if that makes
that we beg, the miles take you away, and there?s nothing that we can say. You?re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address and I?m standing
my wits about me I?m writing the letters on the wall to remind myself to get back up every time I fall. And maybe just wading will save me, and maybe
I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it?s not right now that everything I
their concern, and keep their mouths shut while they watch you come unglued. ?You are their oldest son! They raised you better to be healthy and strong
