The Train Of 3:30

I guess you did it
You rephrased until the car broke down
A lineless road
No more breaking bone or bleeding out

You kept every stupid promise
Watched the summers be reborn
And all the winters die
And the train of 3:30 pass by

Just blur the world in your eyes half-opened
Until it's all you imagined of it when
You spent your time forgetting youth
And praying it would never end

I guess you did it
You wrote a requiem for death itself
Shoved it forward to communicate:
I choose this, and nothing else

You kept every stupid promise
Even if the words seemed empty at the time
You watched the train of 3:30 rage by

Just blur the world in your eyes half-opened
Until it's all you'd imagined of it when
You spent your time forgetting youth
And praying it would never end

And he might be calling you by name
But I think we all agree
It's a consequence too permanent:
Too late

I will pick a different battle
I will pick a different fight
I'm not writing letters anymore
Here's where I draw the line

I will pick a different battle
I will pick a different fight
I'm not writing letters anymore
Here's where I draw the final line