Thoughts Like These

I don’t know what I can give anymore

I’ve tried it all before

I wanna put this to rest

Along with our regrets

Kill the lights and become a recluse

Try so hard to cover up the bruise

It seems impossible to swallow thoughts like these

I’m trying for the keys

Just let the people clean up the mess they made

And don’t be afraid

Kill the lights and become a recluse

Try so hard to cover up the bruise

Waiting For The Show

They don’t look at all like pictures I’ve carried in my head

A species of which I’m not a member, I greet them as if they’re home

I’m not a winner, I’m more like an audience waiting for the show

I’m waiting for the show

Laugh one minute, next one feels like make believe

It gives me vertigo, it gives me vertigo

I’m a bleeding heart, my blood runs all over your hands

You are lying through your teeth, and now I’ve thrown off your disguise

I’m not a winner, I’m more like an audience waiting for the show

I’m waiting for the show

Laugh one minute, next one feels like make believe

It gives me vertigo, it gives me vertigo

I’m not a winner, I’m more like an audience waiting for the show

I’ve got a feeling this is only an interlude

I’ve got to let it go

Black Friday

I never thought the end was closer than my heart ever was to you,

Phantoms come to haunt, yeah, drawing and clawing my mind back too soon

You may find yourself guilty and capsized by your senseless addictions

And under the skin of a faithful man, we know each other too well to have fun

Another opening to see you’re not the same

I didn’t realize harmony’s in the wake

Another opening to see you’re not the same

I didn’t realize harmony’s in the wake

Another opening to see you’re not the same

Beneath the hollow moonlit tree, the sadness fights you too much to hold still

I’m coming to see that you’re alright, you deem me romantic but I just want a friend

Another opening to see you’re not the same

I didn’t realize harmony’s in the wake

Another opening to see you’re not the same

I didn’t realize harmony’s in the wake

Inside your back pocket, I know you’ve got a plan

A plot against my moves, it’s just the common view

Inside your back pocket, I know you’ve got a plan

A plot against my moves, it’s just the common view

Another opening to see you’re not the same,

I didn’t realize harmony’s in the wake

Another opening to see you’re not the same,

I didn’t realize harmony’s in the wake