Can't always say it's going to be better tomorrow

drowning in the debris of this

run away escape everything find a way to

numb out the cores of your instability

i'm dying in this routine

can i have a chance to change this

this isn't what i was on track for

i read it on my palm

with the tarot and the music on

the dreams aren't healing they're killing

and this is for the last time we'll...

the reason i'll write

this is for the last time

i'll ever speak through this

and for the new life

i'll keep for myself

til the line runs out

and i begin to blur

yes i still see you in the deadlights

and its a beautiful blur