We're all mad here.

(Source: pushthemovement, via wallflour)

And these feelings come in seasons; the longing for comfort or the sudden and furious urge for freedom. Sometimes they coexist in opposition, splitting me right down my seam. I am lost and I am found, I am helplessly and hopelessly torn, I am desperately seeking grace.

I’m not dead just floating
Right between the ink of your tattoo
In the belly of the beast we turned into
I’m not scared just changing
Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
You’re my crack of sunlight

I’ve created a shell of us and all that we were echoes in my ear like the ocean.

The way nothing can sound like everything

The birds and the bees they are wise to the lies
So they took to the trees and took to the skies

Through the haze of the whisky lights

And the haze of the angels dressed in cocaine white.

I’m not trying to make you change

But love, I know what I like

First you play along, you know what’s wrong

But then it starts feeling right.

And all the more I drink

The less I feel sorrow

The more I make

The less that I borrow

The more I love ya

The less that I feel alone

Stoned, kicking my heels alone,

Stoned, kicking my heels alone.

Somehow here is gone.

Looks like nothing’s gonna change,
Everything still remains the same
I can’t do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I’m gonna stay the same.

Sittin here restin my bones
This loneliness won’t leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roam
Just to make this dock my home.

I’m gonna sit at the dock of the bay
Watchin the tide roll away,
I’m gonna sit on the dock of the bay, wastin time

This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
This is a gift

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart
Cause I like to keep my issues strong
It’s always darkest before the dawn