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
too long to not have peeked through and seen the right kids on the floor. Another settled score on a foreign shore is nothing worth dying for anymore. Worn down, unsure, long days make
and sweet. Miserable but pleasantly upbeat and this is how it went: Alison I know this world is killing one of us but that could never change the way you smile Whoa and
For all intensive purposes I'm dead. The alarm clock sets my fate and tonight this place means nothing. Just concrete walls dressed in photographs
I never thought it could be so hard We knew the words but who knew they'd reach so far Now we watch as the pages turn and chapters end to tear a childhood
you do if you were me? Give up, forget, and go back to sleep. And I believe that heaven is like her ocean eyes, deeper than mountains climb. And I believe
, 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
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
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
, and there?s nothing that we can say. You?re leaving me and I realize this, hell has an address and I?m standing on its doorstep. And later on I
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
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
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
, and feeling more alive than I?ve ever felt at home. Still it?s not right that everything I love gets lost between the push and pull of the ego game
You know the drill, it's been a hard time for a long time. I wish there was something I could do to make this alright, soon you'll be fine. I've made