If it's not the same, then you should be leaving.

Not staying and pleading for your own sake.

If you're not to blame, then I guess I'm taking

the faults of whomever that wants to share.

It's just not giving. Threats aren't worth taking.

And words aren't worth saying when you can't hear.

The clocks are all breaking. The home of our making is sold

to the liars and cowards that all disappear

when you fall into emptiness.

I'm getting home, I'm getting drunk.

I'm writing words that could be your thoughts.

I'm supposed to stop, I'm supposed to be

something better than you could be.

I'm wide awake, I'm all alone.

I'm on the floor and I don't see your call.

I want to leave. I want to fall.

I want to close my eyes and disappear.

Disappear.

There are no more yesterdays.

No tomorrows–just today forever.

No passed on, no rest in peace.

Just a single word that turns our lives into a flat line.

Ripped into a space where nothing stops our minds from burning–

Can't repeat the words you said.

Can't recall a time when this was really worth the thought.

Can't repeat the words you said.

Can't recall a time when everything was in its place,

and everyone was thankful for all the time that they had left,

and for all that wasn't ruined.

Can't repeat the words you said

can't recall a time when

can't recall the words you said–

Language is homogenous.