03.10.18. Saturday, 3:02 AM. Manhattan, New York.
He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes
Started making his way past 2 in the morning
He hasn’t been sober for days
Leaning now into the breeze
Remembering Sunday, he falls to his knees…
It’s three in the morning when I lock my heart behind the closet doors
And then I take another drink so I could forget what it was fighting for
Everything is louder when the sounds of a life once held are long gone
I’m crashing and cresting like the tidal waves of this bathroom tantrum
I’m looking for someone that has disappeared from newspaper tragedies
Hey mister, have you seen this person in the photo that was never taken?
It’s another hazy day wasted, but I guess I’ll go home just to burn it down
Write a song on my six-stringed guitar, and I wonder where you are again.
Forgive me, I’m trying to find
My calling, I’m calling at night
I don’t mean to be a bother
But have you seen this girl?
She’s been running through my dreams
And it’s driving me crazy, it seems…
07.16.18. Saturday, 3:57 AM. Manchester, England.
I’m not coming back (forgive me)
I’ve done something so terrible
I’m terrified to speak (I’m not calling, I’m not calling)
But you’d expect that from me
I’m mixed up, I’ll be blunt, now the rain is just…
It’s three in the morning when I put on my coat and slipped past the doors
After an evening of drinks so I could forget that I’m even fighting anymore
Everything is louder when the sounds of a life once held begins to fall apart
I’m collapsing and colliding just trying to get you out of that bathroom stunt
I’m losing myself and slowly disappearing under a pile of newspaper eulogies
Hey miss, can we delete ourselves, to pretend that this photo was never taken?
It’s another hazy day spent, so I guess I’ll go home in a place where I don’t burn
Right by the six-windowed room, and I won’t ever wonder where you are again.
You’re driving me crazy, I’m—
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world, from so many thousands
Of feet off the ground, I’m over you now
I’m at home in the clouds, and towering over your head
Well I guess I’ll go home now. I guess I’ll go home…