Thin Dark Line Rites Of Spring
Only a couple more days until I'm numb again. Wish me
luck and light this fuse. I never said this wasn't a work
in progress. Well, what am I supposed to do with this
life? Delicate explosions and violent nights. Hands up,
head down, touch your left shoulder, then the right. And
you, I want you to look at these eyes: my eyes are open!
This is my life and it's leaving me with every breath.
This is my life and I regret, oh I regret. This is my
life and I'm still waiting to live it.
