Prologue

I'm not facing down, that's how I've been made
It's not what I do, that's why we have to go
Emotion in shells, with a lack of words
There's one thing I've noticed, your eyes tell me more

I'm not saying you are wrong
Just it's so fucking hard to make it right

This is going up and down, it's been a blast
Third time lucky, it's really not that surprising
Sleepless nights, light-headed some days
Mornings are made for smoking a cigarette

I'm not saying you are wrong
Just it's so fucking hard to stay this strong

I hope you're not seriously considering what you've told me
That you feel so cheerless and dejected, and everything is going to shit
Well it might seem impossible to fathom, but there is a way to get the fuck out
Of feeling like you're heading for death valley, the way you've always been

This is the start

I'm not facing down, that's how I've been made
It's not what I do, that's why we have to go