Day 4: 'What are we supposed to do? Eat our feet?'

Is it your friends planning to leave,
That makes you feel a little older?
Is it the loneliness at night,
That makes you shake?
I’ve been trying to find a light,
To make the path a little clearer,
I want to try to find a way away, tonight…

Is it the dreams you face each night,
That make you wish that you were dying?
Is it those thoughts you use, to numb your heart cold?
Well I’ve got a plan, I wrote it down,
On the back of that old clothes tag,
It is a map; it leads you back, to me…

I’ve got a pounding in my chest, it feels like,
Another chamber loaded,
I wish I was the one, holding the gun…
And every time I fly, I go too high,
I just keep climbing toward the stars and,
I get like Icarus; I’m too close to the sun,
And now I’m falling down.


Is it the smiles from all those handsome boys,
That make you feel like you are dealing?
It’s like a coat that you once loved, that’s now replaced.
Is it the race for popularity,
That makes you ignore all the warnings?
I think you might just need,
To touch your feet, to ground…


I’ve got a hand, I’ve got a heart, I’ve got this song I wrote to send you,
It never made its way, across our two towns…
I’ve got a glass, filled with the cure, that I have used to try to forget,
It isn’t working, it isn’t working anymore…

I’ve got a train tearing through my brain,
The tracks are laid, the whistles blowing,
I need to pick up both my bags and hit the road,
But if you ever want to talk,
You know that I will still be listening,
I’m like a yo-yo,
I just get so far,
I‘m never gone…

I’m never gone…