There's good and bad in everyone's past
there are steps i never want to re-trace
slow to grow, but anger fast
so much regret of love misplaced

any day could be our last
the past is better off erased
re-living is small, but the future is vast
let's never again face what we faced

from this day, all i ask
is that our hearts be inter-laced
i forever want to have you back
my mom can never be replaced

Waiting for the bright lights of a dim train
this station is littered with dead hearts
wheels are turning toward thin pains
nothing stops the locomotion of a headstart

waiting for the screeching of steel wheels
one way ticket to cough and grasp
I wonder if this track still feels
derailed passengers of the lost and passed

Somewhere in the waking flood
there's a cell for making good
nothing hurts like breaking could
nothing hurts like aching blood

somewhere on unspoken scars
reality stabs like a smoking dart
nothing hurts like a token part
nothing hurts like a broken heart

window
i          i
n         n
d         d
o         o
window

the wood is cracking
the paint is old and worn away
lost in footsteps of forever
there's still spirits, here to stay

you can see visions
in the smoke cloud window glass
lost in smudges of evermore
wayward spirits of the past

when the fear goes away
it only runs and hides
waiting for the day
to take more manic rides

when the fear comes around
it puts me in the dirt
it really gets me down
it really makes me hurt

when the fear goes away
it always sits and waits
wanting me to stay
in those grey panic states

when the fear comes around
it wraps me in a rope
it only wants me bound
it wants to take my hope

when the fear goes away
it is only a trick
waiting in the grey
to hit me like a brick

when the fear comes around
it grabs me by the throat
it holds me on the ground
it wants to make me choke

walking along a creek side path
a detour from the day to day
stopping long enough for a bath
letting nature pay the way

i pause at a blackberry bush
a good place to get a meal
a sit down without any rush
letting nature pay the bill

finding me a cool place to lay
a shady space under trees
watching chipmunks and bluebirds play
letting nature pay the fees

I don't need permission to fit my own vision
**** on giving in to this system prison
it's all fiction, i stiffen when i listen
i'm driven by the hissing of friction

it's my decision to resist with suspicion
unforgiven for fits written like a religion
lists of wishes and living submissions
on a trip to distance myself from tradition