Meet me where the sun goes down,
don't give me your lip stick kiss...

Alone, alone
trapped inside this horrid excuse for a home...

When the end of the day comes
and you lie in your bed...

Theres no way back
so many lives America now lacks...

The way you talk to me
the way you talk when I'm around...

The city's people walk
along their daily route...

The angry blood between them, shared
the violent words, spoken and spat...

Through days of snow
no where to go...

Lips.
a flame ignites in me...

Farewell my sweet love
this is where it ends...

Why dotn you see the problem?
why dont you know whats wrong...

I've been living in a wooden box
in the back of a dusty closet...