art by  millilu

Woke up about seven thirty
Back sore, my legs they are hurting
Can’t explain all the pain I’m in
‘Cause when it gets too real I rip out the page again

I’m slowly closing out my diary
Told all my friends what they mean to me
I’m not talking suicide
Should have kicked it in the head when I was twenty five

I slipped into a book of dreams
Turns out the book was made for me

Where do I go when my heart beats faster
Where do I go when the curtain starts to close
Still hurts to remember the laugher
Still mourning a friend that I held close

I spent a year in San Angelo
A place where only the angels go
It didn’t cost me a dime
But you can get real drained from doing time

I climbed atop the acropolis
Saw stars, I thought I was sea sick
Cool cats out trying to get checks
But I’m a dog that’s lost in the mess I left

We merged our lore and fantasies
We forged a strange reality

Where do I go when my heart beats faster
Where do I go when the curtain starts to close
Still hurts to remember the laugher
Still mourning a friend that I held close

Baby, let’s go outside
We’ll take a champagne breather and live offline
These lonely times, our pathetic lives
Tell me what’s the fire you choose to fight?

Baby, don’t pass me by
We’ll take a champagne breather and get real high
Two broken souls, one stolen pipe
Tell me what’s the song you want to write?

Where do I go when my heart beats faster
Where do I go when the curtain starts to close
Still hurts to remember the laugher
Still mourning a friend that I held close