the manswere 

 

Stuck in this parachute.

Forced to glide.

And the world is well aware,

That I have no place left to hide.

 

A stranded stranger

Seeking the light

But the drugs and the danger

Delivered a mic

Now words i dont think of

Find reason enough

To stab me

And cut you like a knife

(yeah you're a real cut up)

 

I miss the lie

But all that pretending 

Did not stop the ending of goodbyes from ascending

 

The jilt of the night

What follows confusion

May seem wrong but its always right

 

As our hearts and minds take hold

Our bodies unfold

But they're quicker than us

And I need to know why

 

Lifes just a sequence that eventually undoes itself

And we just die

Life is the search for proof

But loves the search of insane fools asking why

It all starts where we started