The Taste of Ink

Is it worth it, can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me Not enough to feed the hungry I'm tired, and I've felt it for a while now In this sea of lonely The taste of ink is getting old It's four o'clock in the fucking morning Each day gets more and more like the last day Still I can see it coming While I'm standing in the river drowning This could be my chance to break out This could be my chance to say goodbye At last it's finally over Couldn't take this town much longer Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be Now I'm ready to be free So here I am, it's in my hands And I'll savor every moment of this So here I am, alive at last And I'll savor every moment of this And won't you think I'm pretty When I'm standing top the bright lit city And I'll take your hand and pick you up And keep you there so you can see As long as you're alive and care I promise I will take you there We'll drink and dance the night away (We'll drink and dance the night away) Oh So here I am, it's in my hands And I'll savor every moment of this So here I am, alive at last And I'll savor every moment of this Savor every moment of this As long as you're alive Here I am I promise I will take you there As long as you're alive Here I am I promise I will take you there And won't you think I'm pretty When I'm standing top the bright lit city And I'll take your hand and pick you up And keep you there so you can see it As long as you're alive and care I promise I will take you there As long as you're alive and care I promise I will take you there So here I am, it's in my hand And I'll savor every moment of this So here I am, alive at last And I'll savor every moment of this Savor every moment of this Savor every moment of this