I lose my breath chasing a temporary high…
am I the villain in the story of my life?
My heart is a bullet, my mind is a knife.
I catch my death clinging to a permanent goodbye.
This wretched place we call our home,
pulled us closer, loved us sober…
gained our trust, wrecked us over,
and left our minds to roam.
The only god I worship is my state of mind.
Too good to be true. Too true to be good.
Her gilded temples and evergreen shrine,
I believe in her more than any soul could.
She promised me Heaven, so I promised to stay.
She’s night without stars,
and I’m dawn with no grace…
yet somehow we’ve made it this far.