You woke up in your bed all alone and you sat and waited by the phone but nobody called you cause nobody loves no nobody loves you at all for a few years our love was intact but now it's a train wreck at best now when I write you letters I never send post to the words I'd much better forget so I guess what they said was true that I was no good for you but I can't be sorry for shedding my skin I gave more than my body day out and in
Is there anything beyond the stars we'll spend a lifetime trying to figure it out and if there's nothing what a terrible waste of time but making sense of everything just doesn't make sense in my mind
We broke down six days ago middle America nowhere Saint Josephs the river separates my freedom from the Atlantic Ocean's where I've always called home we never made it too far blame it on the greater will of God or the Karma well I'm not sure if I believe in either one it's a confusing cloud that we're all floating on drop me off where the trains congregate with a flask in my pocket I'm the rails that they skate I don't need to be bothered with the reasons they state I am stationary and it's the way that I'll stay
I spoke lies as the fireworks fly alone in my room on the fourth of July my friends are all out with family and lovers and I listen to the echo through a cracked open window while a firefly scuttles the floor trapped between my toes I'm a giant of sorts but it doesn't need to get it doesn't need to understand it just changes directions as fast as it can lighting up from it's fluorescent core as we send our men off like one thousand times before but it's been so long I can't even remember the reasons we're fighting this war
We're making machines we're all factories cardboard cutouts of our communities and we are not free no we don't believe porcelain bodies we're cracked at the knee
We're making machines we're all factories cardboard cutouts of our communities and we are not free no we don't believe it was quiet and subtle as we sank to the bottom of the sea
credits
from Down With The Ship,
released February 17, 2012
Nick Burger- Acoustic/Electric Guitars, Vocals
Steve Sopchak- Drums/Percussion, Bass, Additional Guitars
Trevor Grant- Keys
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