a man plucked from his skin a reason to begin again he got a job in the park with a guy just like him they hung out after dark let old habits creep in turn off the lights, lock the door tie the knot, light it up, give me the spoon knew you'd be back eventually just didn't know that it'd be so soon the curtains pull back the crowd lulls quiet my hands go still my heart goes silent but then I'm pulled back into the world from thoughts of what I might miss and of that special girl floating back and forth between both planes everything starts to feel so mundane you need twice as much to get halfway to where you were before still breathing perpetually feeding but somehow you've gotta get more your brother's and your mother's material gains your lovers' and the others' its all the same no matter the cost you've got to listen to your brain pain memories replaced by the need to feel the same the same as the first time the first time the first time the first time you went in your veins the floor felt so great, your back was so straight the ceiling made the room so complete all your troubles and worries fade you say you just need sixty bucks to get through the week you need it for lunch, you need it for smokes you wanna go buy some coffee as soon as you got it you went out and dropped it to someone on the street you still owed a lot from last week all alone now with just enough no lights to turn off shoot up all of the stuff

bound to happen, everyone knew just didn't know it would be so soon us getting lost together again only this time we're here without you pick up the pieces that fall behind and only remember the good side everything's fine keep waiting in line until everyone you know has died out of place in a space looking at pictures of each others' faces with his left behind stopped in time thinking of memories of all the places we've been the only thing that we have in common, that we're all going to end places in time, people we find, there's no way to pretend trapped in fear that death is near but that's just an everyday thing now frozen lives, just stay inside, that fear keeps us from living somehow you thought you'd find the time, that you'd find the inspiration inside the only thing really holding you back is what you let hold back your mind and so the mother is crying and begging us all not to do the same like everyone else still here, taking all of the blame I told him he was good at it, the best I knew, I thought it was funny I meant it though, thought it was true, turns out I'm a dummy its clear he didn't know him or he wouldn't stick with this theme of his perfect father, every fist clenched in the scene it's what he wanted, we all know, the way he would've preferred to go but we all still feel responsible yet not at all surprised filled with doubt if we'd have spoken out, if I didn't give him sixty bucks that time would he still be here or would he still be gone? I wonder day and night face down in a one way street the perfect time for a traffic analogy wheels keep spinning, lives keep turning god's still grinning, your soul's still burning

a curse beginning never let you see yourself winning once bitten twice shy stuck waiting 'cause you're scared to try you've never held a candle to what you said was true stuck bleeding always left needing - don't know what you need to do couldn't help but lead a wasted life a broken gear in your own device you had a second second chance and it passed you right by still you wait for someone else to try for you playing your game you keep the rules the same stick to the script no matter the change an actor playing in a self absorbed part a pre destined failure from the start squandering dreams and destructive behavior years pass in the blink of an eye you keep yourself waiting convinced that its training - but its like you're just waiting to die no shadow, no soul, no element of self control piercing pains from the outside world only exist because you built them another day you stay in the same place stick to the script no matter the change self deceiving, negative speaking not speaking about it at all piece of the past make sure that it lasts memories shatter just like precious glass he said "do it again i wasn't looking" that day in the fields when he was candy flippin remember the story he picked morning glory he made it in tea and then drank it and swore he would never do shit like that ever again he did it again that was my friend there's nothing to gain by the staying the same you want something different then make some change all the shit that you think that you need grown from the first time you planted the seed what would he think and would he approve i'm sure he'd approve of this trip-a-let groove stuck in the past its passed time to move on he's fucking dead he's burned up and he's gone dead burned gone time to move on so whats the point i'm trying to tell myself its time to move on no more time for reminiscing my new life is just beginning passed time to move on my new life is beginning i'm fucking done making these things about you i'm gonna go back in the fields without you been naked for so long now i'm prepared you knew what you were doing to everyone who cared time to move on dead burned and gone