Testo And Kings

Im gonna come to terms with a pefect set of scars that have scarred a perfect set of lives for far too many years. im breaking habits ive been meaning to forget, but i cant make this something its not with well worn lies from places i cant hide, but its gotta stop. cause its kept my head spinning till just about tonight, and its just about through...nevermind the days i thought we could change our ways, its 4am and not even rome and the end of may could make me forget the words I wish I could say. i watch the storm break, and day gives way to tonight. im 6 hours ahead, and ive been wasting time...watching phones and windows, looking for corners to cower, and i know i should be setting fire to old ways, old names, but it's your farewells vs. stillframes and they dont stay the same. and just when i thought i couldnt be further from hell, well its too hard to tell...i know we have weak hearts, but we find ways...yeah we find ways, and ive found ways but i feel more than ever like im missing the point, and as she sings, dont 'you forget truth that lacks lyricism,' i get my head back in check and remember where im standing. and just two days ago i watched old friends i never had tell me, 'nothing ever changes, and everyone runs their mouth.' its two months in and im looking south, at least i know better than i did before... i cant quite get rid of this place just yet...and im heading home