out my window it rains

it cleanses through you upon you

the eyes of a closer kind

can only see this through

after all it's just a lifetime

fifty yard line the great divide

once again we looked into those

days of wrong and right



this drink has just drained me of my disguise

all right

it's what i've been waiting for this time

weight of this time

i'm out of my mind

shipwrecked here within reach of my peers

should i set myself adrift

any way out is fine

she lives this through

he lives this through

it's not too hard to make your words worth speaking

it's taking our shadows off this ground of recluse



more years and less fears

we've grown old but all we need is one hour

to race back and take back

what was ours and will always be

it's not a coincidence we've come to this point

i'll always be waiting every night

a lonesome night

fight the thought of old times

now did all your missing fridays stop just to get away

to get away

you'll try to become the wall standing tall

this brick memorial of stories from our past

though carved in stone each scene erodes with time



i'm drowning to take in my obsessions

it heals fine

i'll always be here until you die

come out you've dried

try this crowd is not right

this goner's shipwrecked party stalled

i fade away

and did not all your liquid fridays

start to just to get away again

and if all your missing fridays stop

they'll begin again

we'll miss you when you hide



we become the wall

when all our short stories become volumes

in our heads they are reflecting on the sky

and bitter blue

we become the wall when you've seen it all-aca