Coming Down at the End of the Road

Like edges stained and frayed
Time leave scars in ways that Don't stray from the brain
At least that's what it seems
Receiving memories from the air I breathe
A distant phantom of your hair when you would pass by me

Free to answer my call to the wild
Free to lie in my own downward spiral
Three years spent nocturnal, alone
I'm coming down at the end of the road

If You could only see what I do differently
I grew my hair out looked inside and when I lucid dream
I tell you all these things where we met by the sea
Then I say goodbye and I slip into the riptide

Free to answer my call to the wild
Free to lie in my own downward spiral
Three years spent nocturnal, alone
This is me coming down at the end of the road

Free to answer my call to the wild
Free to lie in my own downward spiral
Three years spent nocturnal, alone
I'm coming up short on sources of hope
Swat away at a bug in the code
It's all coming down at the end of the road
Try to break free from my call to the wild so
I can stand From my own downward spiral



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Bradhsaw
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