You slid beneath your ruined day
pulled out your pride and went on your way...

You say that you don't care
that the world is made of nothing...

I know you think you've found your path
but it's just a result of the aftermath...

I know nothing ever lasts,
it ends just as it begins...

The central artery tunnel leads to his only way...
he clutches his carry on and plain blue sweats...

You say we're the same age
we're walking along the same page...

After months of empty noise
i hear the answers carried on the wind...

To wait until every cold second ticks away
and to still be looking at you...

I bait you just to see if you'll say something
ask a question...

I don't think i can make a difference,
that it's too late for change...

In the upper corner of the attic i live in
among countless loads of ideas and opinions...

I wish i could speak away your pain
that the thoughts i breathe could change your day...