I didn’t need drugs to teach me not to care.
My feet were already downers to a world up in the air
I’m on the outside and I’m choosing not to look in.
I never fell too fast. My friends and I just like being those you see at night.
Walking through graveyards like zombies.
I want to soak in the moonlight.
It’s always been the common life.
That always makes it self seem right.
But I’ll pass it like ships in the night.
What matters most is how well you can walk through the war that’s inside
of your head.
I can’t stop this war inside my head.
Trying to find myself. I can’t give up on everything I’ve ever known before.
But if I could write a letter to the person I once was.
The return address would be, “I miss you, but I don’t want to
know you anymore”.
I won’t let this world make my life an appointment.
Time’s just a measurement.