The Lost Art of Living

Remember me not
The silence is poison to your thoughts
When all that's come to be
Surpassed the frequency
And breathing underwater seems to be
The only effective conversation
Cup of coffee in the morning to help me digest
Those bitter pills that kill the burning in my chest
There's something with the air too calm tonight.

Redemption's never far away
And I'm turning in, I'm turning in early
The bottle calls my name
And I'm pulling the trigger
Ignite the cancer that dawns the day
When there's nothing left,
There's nothing left to save
When there's nothing left,
When there's nothing...

She forecasts every sign
And I'm overcomplicated
Grown sick of fools saying, "Give it time"
Is it too much to ask to be sedated and jaded?
The pleasantries of a life
Never promised by God.

It was almost as if she could tell
I was about to fly to the sun
But the moon has it's jealous history
And I don't want to offend no one
Opposing sides of the bluest ocean
Helps to conceal the bluest eyes
One last kiss to leave me hopeless
As her ghost takes to the sky.



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Benoit Pasley, Robin Deanne Pasley
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