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A Car, A Torch, A Death

The air begins to feel a little thin
As I start the car and then I begin
To add the miles piled up behind me
I barely feel a smile deep inside meAnd I begin to envy the headlights driving south
I want to crack the door so I can just fall out
But then I remember when you packed my car
You reached in the back and buckled up your heartFor me to drive away with
I began to understand
Why God diedThe demons sat there waiting on her porch
It was a little dark so we held a makeshift torch
And when my car was far out of sight
He crept in her room and stayed there for the night

And then I felt chills in my bones
The breath I saw was not my own
I knew my skin that wrapped my frame
Wasn’t made to play this game

And then I saw Him, torch in hand
He laid it out, what he had planned
And then I said, I’ll take the grave
Please, just send them all my way

I began to understand
Why God died

The air begins to feel a little thin
As we’re waiting for the morning to begin
But for now you told me to hold this jar
And when I looked inside, I saw
It held your heart

For me to walk away with
I began to understand
Why God died

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Addict with a Pen

 Hello

We haven’t talked in quite some time
I know
I haven’t been the best
Of sons
Hello
I’ve been traveling in
The desert of my mind
And I
Haven’t found a drop
Of life
I haven’t found a drop
Of you
I haven’t found a drop
Of water

I try desperately to run through the sand
As I hold the water
In the palm of my hand
Cause it’s all that I have
It’s all that I need and
The waves of the water
Mean nothing to me
But I try my best
And all that I can to
Hold tightly onto
What’s left in my hand
But no matter how
How tightly I will strain
The sand will slow me down
And the water will drain
I’m just being dramatic
In fact,
I’m only at it again
As an addict with a pen
Who’s addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and fourth
Mindless, spineless, and pretend
Of course I’ll be here again
See you tomorrow
But it’s the end of today
End of my ways
As a walking denial
My trail was filed as a crazy
Suicidal head case
But you specialize in dying
You hear me screaming
Father
And I’m lying here just crying
So wash me with your water

Hello
We haven’t talked in quite some time
I know
I haven’t been the best

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Hello
We haven’t talked in quite some time
I know
I haven’t been the best
Of sons
Hello
I’ve been traveling in
The desert of my mind
And I
Haven’t found a drop
Of life
I haven’t found a drop
Of you
I haven’t found a drop
Of water

I try desperately to run through the sand
As I hold the water
In the palm of my hand
Cause it’s all that I have
It’s all that I need and
The waves of the water
Mean nothing to me
But I try my best
And all that I can to
Hold tightly onto
What’s left in my hand
But no matter how
How tightly I will strain
The sand will slow me down
And the water will drain
I’m just being dramatic
In fact,
I’m only at it again
As an addict with a pen
Who’s addicted to the wind
As it blows me back and fourth
Mindless, spineless, and pretend
Of course I’ll be here again
See you tomorrow
But it’s the end of today
End of my ways
As a walking denial
My trail was filed as a crazy
Suicidal head case
But you specialize in dying
You hear me screaming
Father
And I’m lying here just crying
So wash me with your water

Hello
We haven’t talked in quite some time
I know
I haven’t been the best