Texty: Call It A Night. The Drive Home.

Well i've been, cautiously approaching every intersection in fear of complication. to the beating of my pulse is racing the dreams you're chasing, a white knuckled grip can't keep the basement door from closing now.

Woah oh it suddenly seems like all my luck has run out
Woah oh so much for secrets cause they've all been found out
It's ok this is the last day this right here this is the last page
To the story of my life.

So leave the candle lit, let it burn out on it's own, much like i did on that long drive home a mild winter night the date, Go, Twelve eleven oh five, a scene of fear colliding with reality the next thing I know Im riding shot gun with a tree. Intentional or not I guess that's not the point, the point is Im still alive.

Woah oh it suddenly seems like all my luck has run out
Woah oh so much for secrets cause they've all been found out
Its ok this is my last day This right here this is the last page
To the story of my life

He will breathe again, this time no wasted breath cause, now hes got it right and he won't second guess it.

He will breath once again and,
This time no wasted breath cause,
This times hes got it right now
and he won't second guess it

(Thanks to Dan for these lyrics)