People say you changed since you fell down the stairs but I don't think that honesty's a crack you repair

It's alright - we all look better in low light
well come on - we all got something going wrong

Can't keep my heart inside my GD chest it's
surgery in the kitchen open cupboards I confess
that it's strange how you can never be as real as you feel
just how park strips ain't for parking in
they're just an ideal display 

Of uniformity in space
It's all good - we prefer empy neighborhoods

The wolves whiffle and simper sympathetic tones
but when the gate's unbolted they're efficient to the throat

yeah, your darkest nights are best spent pacing alone

studying the breath or singing casey jones

some train wrecks happen slower it's a fermented sting

but as the stars bloom through the clouds we're finally listening

let it roll - the pins and needles in our soul

it's all right - to sleep the other side of night

It's your medicine more hateful than lithium that

rolls in with your fog its not the fix but slippings fun

past caught up and grabbed us can't escape from our bones

dawn brings the panoramas of the damage we've done

but the rhytm of our tragedy is it's own groove

a wrapping on the silence we're all fighting just to move

cuz success is when you find a door that no one's walked through but now that anyone can do it

there's no reason to.

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it's alright - we're all the stars of our own lives

found our home - we'll never have to rise alone

the moment right before the fall the breath stretches vast

a little trip, stomach pit, suddenly it's past

as rising suns disperse the spectre of our sick

in haloed bands with tight held hands we'll let go of the fix.