Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Option

why can't we just be sober
why can't we talk things over
find a way to steal the sun from the sky

did things that i had to do
did the thoughts ring true
find a way to mend broken wings and fly

another face lost in the crowd
another one goes never found
find a way for the future so gotta try

despite the writing on the wall
despite me trying to stand tall
find a way to keep moving and smile wry

i have no regrets you were a goner
i pulled you out of your corner
find a way to not miss the well run dry

dying cries have asked me how
dying eyes have consumed me now
find a way to kill what's done and die