Atlas

I bore the flame it burnt me out

I've seen so clear but I've never seen it twice

Maybe they're right

Can you give me something I can grasp

In the darker days I might just lose my mind anytime

Salt in a wound

October in june

The last thing I would choose is to fail you

You make it look so easy

Your apathy defeats me

I'm in the corner like a child and count my losses every time

I wish I could be better for you

All the more I'd want that for myself

A crack in the shell

A diary with a life to tell

The pages

Filled and stored up on a shelf

Wait till it breaks

Fade into view

If nothing were to lose

The last thing I would do is bail on you

You make it look so easy

Your apathy defeats me

I'm in the corner like a child and count my losses and every time

I find a new excuse just to trace it back to you

I can't stand the way that I am wired

I'll need an atlas or a sign

You make it look so easy

Your apathy defeats me

I'm in the corner like a child and count my losses and every time

I find a new excuse just to trace it back to you

I can't stand the way that I am wired

I'll need an atlas or a sign