Blur the days together postcards spread across my legs. Books and bottles on the floor. Brown fields in my view, through the dirty window, leaving me in-between cities. Bite my nails between notes and this blue pen. New respect for all the simple things. Hours turn into wasted days, strings cut my fingers every night. I miss the trees in Pennsylvania, twisting bottle caps at night, with my friends. I leave my messages long distance, hating the moment I hang up. Blur the days together, today's theme is tired bored, read, write, play, drink, pills, sleep.. Waiting for a sign from you, telling me thet you're okay, February 13th on more day away.
Lyrics submitted by CrownPrinceVegeta