so the long nights that i spent sitting on a rooftop or bunkered in my room
listening to sorrow sing along to hope dreaming of tomorrow this is how i cope
with questions of existence visions of truth grasping at a meaning only drifting through
pondering the answers drinking till i throw up late night trips to wendy's semblances of love
the questions never answered the words we never meant will they come back to haunt our remaining conscience?
you said that you would write you said that you would call but it's fucking meaningless when we're so far apart
whoa this part i just fucked up on
so the days that drift away from my dying memories well you're never one to say
the words that really matter promises we could keep i guess this is farewell i hope you'll be happy
with what you've done for nothing and what you've killed for me or what you've left behind, this fucking poetry
or let's just call it soundwaves and letters on a sheet and even though it means nothing to you it's something to me