Thoughts to erase my name - social memories of eighteen. Excursions outward away from inhibited cities - glances indifferent. I was took to for some reason, I don't know why. Born of unimportance at the time. The moon quality to your hair and I'm still dead between the ears.
Following the wasted path of time-lapsed memories, the days before I was so reliant on music to send me to sleep. I reflected on nothing.
It took half as much to make me realise. Spinning out of sync with pre-emptive decision making - folding fast. No effort to recall the moment. The negative behind your eye. Tell me to forget, but I'll always remember what it felt like. Before I'm following the wasted path of time-lapsed memories, the days before I was so reliant on music to send me to sleep. I reflected on nothing.
Unravelling slowly, omnipresent until I alter ways. I'm aligned or maligned. What's the use in gospel truth when I never believed in much? I started feeling disillusioned a long time ago, before I felt too old to even understand you.
Track Name: Trip
I've travelled before, considered the restrictions, reasoned with the notion that I should not explore. Hold on, your success rate is high. I'll get by, you'll get by - I got by. Hold on. What I said in the car was true when I was coming home and could barely hear the radio, because I wasn't alone; and as we sailed on deep conversations outlined what we're running from.
Track Name: Growing Pains
I awoke today to find dark pits beneath my eyes. You've faded like a stain. Growing pains.
Cant seem to think a side. Negative, I'll be inclined to dream of nothing more than growing pains.