Closure

The Story So Far - Closure

Say what you need to say for the last time.
State all the premises figuring you’ll be just fine.
So I’ll get mine you get yours and if we’re both happy it’s settled forevermore.
Holding the impression of a man when I was still a boy.
Said no regrets but it’s hard not to feel any remorse.
I’m still debating whether I have even found the source.
Of all my discomfort and blunt discourse.

But I know what I want and don’t need what I get.
I invest my ideas but get swallowed in debt.
And the only release is to yell and to sweat.
Until my clothes are soaking wet.

Stay under my skin.
Tear me limb from limb.
Plague me to an end.
I can’t believe I always thought I would be there for you.
For now I’ll learn and settle for less.
Shut my eyes and get some rest.
Feel the pulse beneath this sunken chest.
And maybe one day I can be there for you.

Isn’t it true that if it hadn’t been for me you’d still have no place to fall.
And all this time I thought I knew.
When I had no idea at all.

All is fair in love and war.
You have your gifts some say they’re poor.
But I don’t care about any of that anymore.
Let us depart and return when we have grown some more.
I wish I could say that I’ve seen this before.
The depth of the bottom the taste of the floor.
It leaves me restless and tired and sore.
But you won’t break my mind just yet.

I battle this alone.
I don’t want to haunt you.
I just want to grieve.
I don’t want to haunt you.
I just want to leave.

closure lyrics the story so far under soil and dirt

Swords And Pens

The Story So Far - Swords and Pens

Shovel the coal in this fire ignite and conspire
Still doesn’t mean that I’m not in your head
I’m falling in and out again
Slipped up and cared too much again
I must wake up move on and mend
Instead of wasting so much time here
Cause I’ve grown up only to hate my own bed
I figure I’ll just sleep when I’m dead
Despite what you heard I know what I said
I understand it was harsh but guess what
I’m falling in and out again

Put yourself in my place for just one day
Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey
More aware than ever that I might never be calm again
It shakes every fucking bone
Trying to do the right thing on my own
So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this

I’m getting too old for this
What do you know, my shoes are my own
Tread the granite till you find some kind of place to call home

Put yourself in my place for just one day
Watch all the colors in your spectrum fade grey
More aware than ever that I might never be calm again
It shakes every fucking bone
Trying to do the right thing on my own
So I let the ink tell you how I come to grips with all of this

We’re never gonna be the same again
Bury me I’m not your friend
You have your sword I’ve got my pen
Measuring might is a means to an end
We’re never gonna be the same again
Bury me I’m not your friend
Not broke, just bent.

swords and pens the story so far under soil and dirt


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