"Thoughts are the shadows of feelings, always darker, emptier, and simpler.

I don't care if they're fake or real, I just thank them for showing up at all.

I have black periods. Who does not? But they are not a part of me;

They are not a part of illness, but a part of my being. What am I saying?

I have the courage to have them. Four o' clock in the morning. This sucks. "



I can't go on

You said my head's too heavy

I need that song

Those trusty chords could pull me through

And early on

They saw the warning signs and symptoms all day long

We sit and dream of better days



Where we'd hit the ground running on empty stories we've been told

And all those nights we spent together never felt this f*****g cold

When we let the car run in the driveway kiss you one last time

Before we brought the horses in before the storm of '59, of '59

Of '59



I can't go on, these limbs have grown too heavy

I need that song

A night on earth could pull me through

And early on

They saw the warning signs and symptoms all day long

Wonder how far from here we'll fall



Before we hit the ground running on empty stories we've been told

And all those nights we spent together never felt this f*****g cold

When we let the car run in the driveway kiss you one last time

Before we brought the horses in before the storm of '59, of '59

Of '59 [x3]