This Will Be the Death of Us

I spent the end of the day thinking about the changing of our lives. The kids we were set out to play the music through the songs that gave us drive. And that was only five years ago. It was three last time we sang about the ‘dead men’ and the rising of a scene we wanted so bad to help make. I was ready, let me let go until I heard a shouting from you. Yeah, the very thing I had to keep me grounded when I fell through. When death comes for us… Terrible lies I had been pulling out my sides. There were so many of me yelling, cursing, fighting, hitting anger to learn why I was losing all I’d worked for, I was losing all my friends, I was losing my own voice coughing a demon bent on breaking. I’ve had my doubts. They drag me down. Built in my head, I’m burning them down. And I had to run away home to try to breathe again on my own. Still I couldn’t stand to follow. The program has a glitch that I don’t want now. I am too down to stay with sound that keeps me alive. With a loud shout and a heart crowd, we will roll the die; four, then five, until we drop. You were there to pick me back up. My lungs were tired and giving up. I know your stories will lift me up. You never let me drop. I drop a 123 over the ground. It’s broken. This is all our days ahead, this is where I found an open. And longer roads under here where stability isn’t half as clear when I’m trapped alive. Here it’s the rush that makes it worth it. This will be the death of us, my friends.