Cigarette reflections on a plastic faith
I swear I’ve heard this one a thousand times
Lobotomies of dedications ruined this place
Treading water tryna breathe
Is this the gospel of a failure to come?
Its just one step to slip
Can’t you see this fucking road we’re on?
At the bottom everything’s alright but it’s still so hard to write these songs
And make our way out through the dawn
But I said
We can start walking home if you wanna
Take in these city lights
We can try to test false hope and see if there’s anything left inside
We can start walking home if you wanna
Take in these small town lights tonight
We can make sure there’s a way out of here