1. |
Airport Floors
03:45
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Wandering the streets,
It seems, til the end of time.
How did this life end up being mine?
Thinking "Can I eat or will I starve again tonight?",
I'd be better off losing my mind.
I need a place to sleep,
But don't have anywhere in mind.
I'm searching but I feel blind.
When dirty bathroom stalls and airport floors become your bed,
You feel a little dead inside.
A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me,
A place to call my own where I can dream.
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities,
When home is there accepting me for me.
Wandering the streets,
Along the solid yellow lines.
How did this life end up being mine?
Fingers point at me,
And they don't think they caught my eye.
They laugh about how I didn't even try,
To turn my life around when it got hard, believe me I did.
And I had to shed some tears.
A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me,
A place to call my own where I can dream.
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities,
When home is there accepting me for me.
You'll never know the toll that isolation takes on someone,
Who put their heart and soul into a life that ended up wasting away.
A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me,
A place to call my own where I can dream.
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities,
When home is there accepting me for me.
But home is something that I'll never see,
'Cause I'm accepting who I'll never be.
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2. |
Through Windows
02:55
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Staring through windows I've been thinking a lot,
About how something new starts whenever something ends.
And I can't tell if it's raining or not,
Maybe that says something 'bout what I think and what really is.
Every morning I've been waking up feeling empty in my chest.
Every day I hope that it will be the last time.
And at night, my ears start ringing from the thoughts inside my head,
When their whispers slowly turn into screams.
Seeing the playground of my summers for six years
Reminds me of how much I've changed between now and then.
Old aspirations have mutated into fears.
Maybe I'm nowhere near as grown up as I once had said.
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3. |
Innocence, Goodbye
03:32
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Stolen from home,
Such inhuman theft,
Now there's few of us left
With still something to show.
Feeling alone,
Alone in a crowd,
These demands and these shouts
Make me wish I was home.
Time moves slow some nights.
Innocence, goodbye.
Feeling alone,
Alone in a crowd,
These demands and these shouts
Start to buzz, start to drone.
Nowhere to go,
There's no way of telling
Where we could be selling
Our bodies, who knows?
Time moves slow some nights.
Innocence, goodbye.
Shine your blinding light.
Suffocate my cries.
Stolen from home,
Such inhuman theft,
Now there's few of us left
With still something to show.
Nowhere to go,
There's no way of telling
Where we could be selling
Our bodies, who knows?
Time moves slow some nights.
Innocence, good bye.
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4. |
Dedication
02:49
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Where did the time go?
Did I spend all of it waiting for you to change? Was it a waste?
I feel so awful,
When you lend me your heart and I just throw it away.
How can I change?
The leaves all turn from green to grey,
As I try to take back all those days.
I'd turn back time,
Just to look for all the signs.
Will I ever understand?
And in my mind,
I signed on the dotted line.
Dedication is my plan.
Where did my strength go?
I've become too weak and now I let sadness win,
Again and again.
Now plug your ears,
'Cause when the thunder rolls and the sky flashes bright white,
It's still not enough to cover up what's bottled inside.
My footprints in the snow begin to fade,
'Cause everything, at once, just has to change.
I'd turn back time,
Just to look for all the signs.
Will I ever understand?
And in my mind,
I signed on the dotted line.
Dedication is my plan.
I'm done trying to take back all those days,
'Cause everything, at once, just has to change.
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5. |
Stormy Seas
01:15
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You're breaking my heart,
And you've been from the start.
I've just never been open with it.
I’ve tried to ignore it,
But that isn’t working.
This isn’t over yet.
Like knives in the dark,
This is going way too far.
It's a battle that I'll never win.
It ebbs and it flows,
But I've no one to go to.
When stormy seas begin.
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6. |
Old Shirt Designs
03:16
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Sometimes I think I might be growing up too fast,
But everything falls into place, I know you're worth the chance.
Sometimes I doubt that any fairy tales come true,
But fantasy became reality when I met you.
I know you're worried,
'Cause I am too.
No need to hurry,
Set it on cruise.
When it's just you and me
I can't help but smile.
I just wish that you could see
How beautiful you are.
Sometimes I hear them say that good things never last,
But pessimistic views don't ever tell you the whole fact.
Sometimes I think about the past and what I've done,
I dwell on my regrets cause to be honest I've a ton.
Sometimes I feel so down and don't know where to go,
But talking to you makes me feel I'm worth my weight in gold singing, "I'm not sad anymore, I'm just tired of this place. If this year would just end, I think we'd all be okay".
Now don't be worried,
Cause there's no use.
No need to hurry,
Let's live this through.
When it's just you and me
I can't help but smile.
I just wish that you could see
How beautiful you are.
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