Its hard to believe when your grieving
That there's anything left worth believing
With every torn calendar page you don't age while I go Grey, decay, and look way less appealing
I notice when I walk my head is always down
I'm always breaking but I'm never breaking ground
But I leared I can break without making a sound when a memory takes me way back to
when you were around
The sound of your laugh,
I can barely hear it
And its rare to hear a story about you and not
your spirit
I read so many "how to's" on dealing
how do you choose which ruse
is appealing and just believe in it?
I know I feel what you felt but in a lesser way
you delt with dealers we were dealing with it every day
I thought that healing was to let my feelings melt away
Now I'm dried out so I stand outside and pray for rain

Help I'm lost way out here

This is like the 3rd or 4th time that I've tried to write this
But my mind quits when lines dip and rhymes miss
because if it hits at the right time its timeless
And what if that's the only timeline where you might exist
Its getting darker at night
You're absence is breaking my back but I'm walking alright
The fact that im talking feels like tight rope walking backwards causing slack in the rope that I walk on not making it tight
The thing you hear nobody say
"I'll be there for you for about a week and then I'll go away."
But it's like, ok how long should they really stay?
With infinite time what the fuck can they even say?
Tough luck bud buck up your gonna be ok?
Can anything out there that make this fucking go away?
What is the price I need to pay?
How much flesh you gonna flay?
Ok ok juust say and I'll put it on the tray

Help I'm lost way out here

Remember the time that we went home
Right before Christmas and we were gonna hit the road
But when we got back to the house after we played a show
Someone broke a window and took everything we owned
Man no lying that shit was rough
No money for heat in the winter it was pretty fucking tough
But the thing that I remember is you never giving up
You went and got the gun because they took your brothers stuff
And that was you man you'd die for anyone you loved
And know that I cried while writing every word above
And come my time I know that we'll be meeting up
blood is thick and love is not a thing that I'm giving up
I guess I'll see ya, til I see ya again
Check in sometime don't have to say when
I'm glad your suffering has come to and end
But I'm ours is just beginning my friend so until then