Blister
I was born alone, I will live alone, I will die alone
But what's the problem here?
Lonely little eyes, hungry little eyes, clueless little eyes
But ain't that great to hear?
You ain't hurt no more, gotta skirt no more, ain't a church no more, in the dirt no more
But I've got bated breath
Unless you wanna cry some more, live a lie some more, hate the sky some more, testify some more
Just keep what you have left
I just don't know what I'm lookin' for anymore
I see the sun through the bars in the front door
But I can't
Always a train to catch, always some better facts than mine
Oh but it's always this simple dance, honey I'm just tryin' to save you some time
How many time have I cracked a smile, feelin' like I've finally got it figured out?
How many times have I cracked my skull, feelin' like I don't know what I'm talkin' about?
Oh I just don't know what I'm in for anymore
I see the sun through the bars in the front door
That I can't reach, it's out of reach, you're out of reach
I know I can't
You want answers, well I want them too
You just always, well you want more, but this time I've been moved
Where was your heart?
Where was my head?
Why was I so bad for you?
Why was I so bad for me?
Why were you so good to me?
Why was I so bad for everyone, and why am I still somehow better for it all?
I still don't know what the hell I'm lookin' for
I can feel the skies through the bars in the front door
Touch the rain, feel my pain through the front door
Meet the sun, meet the moon, an eclipse on my floor
But I just can't
But I just can't
But what's the problem here?
Lonely little eyes, hungry little eyes, clueless little eyes
But ain't that great to hear?
You ain't hurt no more, gotta skirt no more, ain't a church no more, in the dirt no more
But I've got bated breath
Unless you wanna cry some more, live a lie some more, hate the sky some more, testify some more
Just keep what you have left
I just don't know what I'm lookin' for anymore
I see the sun through the bars in the front door
But I can't
Always a train to catch, always some better facts than mine
Oh but it's always this simple dance, honey I'm just tryin' to save you some time
How many time have I cracked a smile, feelin' like I've finally got it figured out?
How many times have I cracked my skull, feelin' like I don't know what I'm talkin' about?
Oh I just don't know what I'm in for anymore
I see the sun through the bars in the front door
That I can't reach, it's out of reach, you're out of reach
I know I can't
You want answers, well I want them too
You just always, well you want more, but this time I've been moved
Where was your heart?
Where was my head?
Why was I so bad for you?
Why was I so bad for me?
Why were you so good to me?
Why was I so bad for everyone, and why am I still somehow better for it all?
I still don't know what the hell I'm lookin' for
I can feel the skies through the bars in the front door
Touch the rain, feel my pain through the front door
Meet the sun, meet the moon, an eclipse on my floor
But I just can't
But I just can't
Credits
Writer(s): James Neary And The Bevy Blue
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