Dedicated to my mother
We take sides when we start to change...

NOTE: I read it after I wrote it and realized it...
There's a weakness in the moonlight...

You said you saw me face down in the midst of...
I keep my hands in my pocket, and still the virus...

All these years I've seen a side of myself I'll...
Yet the curse takes effect at the city line...

A cry so soft and weak
Has no chance of actually living...

How you remind me of
The nights we talked on the telephone...

Baby, I'm so tired of
The streetlights and the wind chimes...

I'm just a speck in your imaginary life
And when your head hits the pillow...

Fly with my cover flow
I'll drive 'till the only nonexistent is the road...

Lines are cold when painted black
Past suburbia I'm driving fast...

Until the day I die
I mark my grave in this town...

Someday I'll tell you about my adventures
But for now let's find the nearest open door...