Bus Scene

She's stepping off the bus,
Slow motion off the stairs.
I can barely take this,
In a serious way.
She says "Stand still,
Let me picture you with me."
Takes a photo for her memory,
The flash goes off, but I can't see
Past this scene.
Is it you or is it me?
This downtown scenery is so depressing.
Fight off your fears
Let the ghosts fly in the air.
I wrote this a long time ago.
I hope my point is clear.

We've gotten by
For way too long.
It's alright,
But something is wrong.
We hold hands,
But we don't smile
Maybe as we pass with time
Everything will be alright.

Staring at my self,
Smith singing in the back.
Cut off my beard,
Take this headband off my head.
The past is the past.
Don't want to look back.
This razor's pouring into me.
I've passed out and I can't see anything.
We've been swallowed by the sea.
Our hometown massacres filled with taxis.
We can't even make it so why even try?
Nothing seems clarified.
I can't believe I almost died.

We've gotten by
For way too long.
It's alright,
But something is wrong.
We hold hands,
But we don't smile
Maybe as we pass with time
Everything will be alright.