Why do I feel worse?
I force myself to go through the day to day.
Most nights I try to not drink myself to sleep.
Cause if the clocks stops now, I’ll have more time to think.
But every sip sip sip, is another tick tick tick.
Goodbye, stay gold
We said goodbye to golden summers
The tide was high, our dreams went under
Holding on to our last breath we walked away
I am left in the wake of this epiphany
That I must walk alone, that I am all alone
That my heart’s a haunted home,
And it’s all I’ve ever known
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I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.
- Socrates
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Traditional mothy done by Lenny Sandvick at Hero Tattoo in Conway, SC. Nocturnal life bro!
There’s no good in your eyes anymore, and it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone, curse the faces in the wheat, drown yourself in the gold because you can’t let it go, makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes, makes you want to wear the wool. It’s that need like nothing…
