On Margins Of Old Books

Scenes flashing into fading views…
Sometimes nothing is the best news

All that's left is nothing but this sentiment
Of cutting ties and losing touch
And i can hold my liquor
Like a fishnet that holds water
I'm taking giant steps in circles

The lack of wind won't help my sailboat drifting
So tired of being tired but i'm not sinking

This town is dead
But i'm not ready to die just yet
Burning eyes light up the night (burning eyes our favorite guides)
Like drunken fireflies in flight

The lights are on but no one's home
And the sidewalk's been abandoned
This lack of change scares me to death
This place is fucking poison

Winter overstayed last season and
Colder my bones have never before been

This town is dead
But i'm not ready to die just yet
Broken hearts will mend in time (tearing eyes have failed to cry)
Sleep it off to reignite

Tonight i walked these friendly streets
And came to realize everything
I've got this fire inside me

Your words cut deeper than you know
When we just needed time to grow

This town is dead
But i'm not ready to die just yet
Hopeful souls, yet shallow minds (send me wings so i can fly)
I'll kick myself if i don't try