“Numbers”
Fighting the endless fight,
Pushing for what’s right.
4:27 and its still night.
Walk these roads that are so cold,
Pass their numbers, watching you fold.
Run the life that came to hard,
Play for 21, pick the wrong card.
Time has come for the hard choice,
Speaking out in the softest voice.
Out of the 715, in the 339.
608 or the 515?
The uncertainty I derive.
New numbers to see.
Like 309 or 218.
Fear that instills the doubt,
Who knows what the fuck its all about.
13 rounds, in my black .45.
Choosing just one, but all are live.
Vermillion the sad song,
Plays to 16th and State.
After past, of a near fate.
Six cylinders know not,
The pain that I feel…
The pistons get so hot.
To destinations I never knew or forgot.
Lessons I learned, but what did I find?
310 Baird, the hope that was so blind.
Saw in this new face,
The inside that is grace.
Became her decision, deciding my place.
So scared now, without sleep
The loner labeled a creep.
So give me the one chance.
Mend the heat in two halves.
28 steps, up the stairs to no home.
20 a pack, 40 proof, but wont hold.
All that that is just disappears.
To the ash that was once me.
Whisky bottle lets what holds it to break.
Hides then unleashes by dawns lonely ache.
This isn’t me, never was an you know.
Trust I, the new…
Or send me off, watch me fade to zero.
Pushing for what’s right.
4:27 and its still night.
Walk these roads that are so cold,
Pass their numbers, watching you fold.
Run the life that came to hard,
Play for 21, pick the wrong card.
Time has come for the hard choice,
Speaking out in the softest voice.
Out of the 715, in the 339.
608 or the 515?
The uncertainty I derive.
New numbers to see.
Like 309 or 218.
Fear that instills the doubt,
Who knows what the fuck its all about.
13 rounds, in my black .45.
Choosing just one, but all are live.
Vermillion the sad song,
Plays to 16th and State.
After past, of a near fate.
Six cylinders know not,
The pain that I feel…
The pistons get so hot.
To destinations I never knew or forgot.
Lessons I learned, but what did I find?
310 Baird, the hope that was so blind.
Saw in this new face,
The inside that is grace.
Became her decision, deciding my place.
So scared now, without sleep
The loner labeled a creep.
So give me the one chance.
Mend the heat in two halves.
28 steps, up the stairs to no home.
20 a pack, 40 proof, but wont hold.
All that that is just disappears.
To the ash that was once me.
Whisky bottle lets what holds it to break.
Hides then unleashes by dawns lonely ache.
This isn’t me, never was an you know.
Trust I, the new…
Or send me off, watch me fade to zero.