when you've gone about things all wrong

bury them here, with a lifetime you would never regret

in savoring sleep, what do you mean i toss and turn everywhere?

i'll miss you when you're gone

with pretending that you weren't the world to me

with that you'd call me a liar and in making mistakes

you'll rest incomplete



in graver mistakes (i'll be home)

dear mom and dad, i'll write you in this letter that states (i'll be moving on)

when the new day's begun, (new day's begun)

forget your son when he's out on his own



the hand reads seven-thirty

and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall

anxious but calm retort to a mirror that frames your face

baring the finest swell



and the day begins to break,

like the tears that run across your cheek

stand straight and imagine you then

in things and the way they could have been

when the thoughts they race across your chin

here in the neverend



in graver mistakes (i'll be home)

dear mom and dad, i'll write you in this letter that states (i'll be moving on)

when the new day's begun, (new day's begun)

forget your son when he's out on his own



point your gun in another direction

now that you've cried yourself to sleep

point your gun in another direction

now that you've cried yourself to sleep

here and there

after the fire



(before you walk home)

when he's found figuring, will he be home again?

(signal loss and stereo)

with wide open windows will she be waiting for

(the sounds surround the overpass)

with severed arm placement when the day's dark, old and dead

(a dead man against you)

we'll write her a