Victoria

I've been so alone since Nov
Remember when I showed you songs
We'd get so lost, talk about our thoughts
But no ones likely to stay for long
And I'd go smoke right by the cove
I'd watch the sunset all the alone
Where folks go roam's where I wouldn't go
And others are often the first to go

So broken souls travel open roads
The most open souls come from broken homes
Then broken souls lead to frozen toes
And it's so so cold still walk from Oakridge home
So broken souls travel open roads
The most open souls come from broken homes
Then open souls lead to frozen toes
And it's so so cold is the old Oakridge gone

Thinking will it ever be completely like before
And you know I'm barely eating meals anymore
My surroundings barely even feel real anymore
Thought I that I could swim when I jumped overboard
Haven't brushed my teeth in a fucken long while
I don't give a fuck, Imma still crack a smile
Or I got a mask on, sorry didn't recognize
Wash your hands then rub your eyes the second that you get inside
Open mind, closed for business signs, right when I'd arrived
No one's time, all of combined, could make this alright
May you live in interesting times, well...
What do you think will happen when we die, well...
How do you really feel on the inside, well...
Do you still think this behaviour is alright, well...
Has it had adverse effects on your life, well...
Did you tell the truth or was that just a lie, well...

I have hope but things move slow
I say nope, that takes control
I've said yes too many times before
It never goes how you think it goes
I used to dream that I'd elope
Now I dream of mountain slopes
With no one to tell me not to smoke
Freedom to move anywhere on my own

Cause broken souls travel open roads
The most open souls come from broken homes
Then broken souls lead to frozen toes
And it's so so cold is the old Oakridge gone
Cause broken souls travel open roads
The most open souls come from broken homes
Then open souls lead to frozen toes
And it's so so cold still walk from Oakridge home

Sticks and stones can break my bones
But those words will really hurt me
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But those words have really hurt me

Nothing can prepare you for the real thing
Depression's part of life that's just how it is
You walk in the room and they stop saying things
Everyday is long, and the nights don't end
Everyone is gone, it's just me and my bed
I haven't thought about suicide since the twenty tens
Otherwise I'm pretty much a fucken mess
If nothing else, I'm honest
I haven't talked to my parents in a couple days
And I still live at there fucken place
I'm coming and going just to get away
Don't you love looking in people's eyes as you say the wrong thing
Rather get it over with if it's gonna happen anyways
I didn't make my bed today, but I made the same mistakes
I can fall over and refuse to rinse the cuts or scrapes
Stay licking my wound even when I know can take
All of these medicines to make the pain go away

I'm not crying, I got wind in my eyes
Now I'm crying

So broken souls travel open roads
The most open souls come from broken homes
Then open souls lead to frozen toes
And it's so so cold still walk from Oakridge home

Spoiled royalty
Toiled loyalties
Soil all over me
Simple village
Serene images
Nightly pilgrimage
Open arms
Far away
Open arms
Far away