when anxiety's asking who's gonna answer.
it's not gonna be a god or master.
I'm trying to stand tall after ever fall because after
all it's only gonna be just me.
I'm starting to forget all the things I promised I'd
remember. money, the devil,
or god you sell your soul to - you'll never get it
back. a shell of a human is easier to crack.
so I'll suck the life out of these ciggerettes like
this town sucked the life out of me.
I promise I remember the sinking feeling that led me
here. and I swear I'm gonna run into these mountains
and I'm never coming back. moving on is the only option I have left