A Life Less Plagued

This song is awesome, especially since Wes Eisold (from american nightmare, if you didnt realize that) helped write it and does additional vocals on it. Wes writes some of the most poetic and amazing lyrics and this song proves it

DaveA is spot on

i thought these lyrics bit off wes a bit. now that i know he had a part in it, it's not such a big deal.

this is sweet

Such an emotional song....an excellent set of lyrics from Ryan and Wes here, I especially like the "damn you look so sad when I lie" part, which kinds ties in with "I lie just to forget" from Rethinking. I fucking love this album, its incredible.

ryan wrote this song(his part) on speed.

how could ryan have written his part on speed, while being in a straight edge band?

When will I rise from this toss turn sleep? With nothing holding me down to this bed. Bring the dirt and make it my grave Won't you do it please? Everything is shit. I owe, I lag, I try, I fail, I hate The pseudo love the world brings on pretty wings (It sunk my dreams at sixteen) I can't laugh, love, breath, feel, fuck Without knowing my life is sinking fast and I don't swim I dream Under a sky that I can see crashing down While I wish on a star that lies I'm transfixed on a better time Drawing out the end I'm crying for a life less plagued. Pure and defined, why can't you give it to me? I want to hold your head close to mine and whisper words so far from true "...everything will be fine" (Mixing your tears with mine) We can shake it off kid, "I'll try harder and I’ll make sure we still see Europe by the summer time." Damn, you look so sad when I lie. Take my hand, we'll walk this romance Until its bitter end Humming songs in the key of faith in me Just fucking leave me, because the word on the street Is that I’m fucked, I’m out of my fucking mind It's just a matter of time Just give me a fucking sign and I’ll make it out of here alive. I'll keep feeding ink to paper and I still won't find a fucking answer. I'll keep feeding ink to paper and I still won't find a fucking... I'm asking, I’m trying, I’m needing... and I still won’t find a fucking thing I'm asking, I’m trying, I’m needing... and I still won’t find a fucking thing. We must be speaking a different language "Hey, who's team are you sleeping for?" Somewhere in hell there's a person like me With stitch-filled skin and chipped fucking teeth Here's to eyes that are brighter than mine and here's to regrets and wasted time. "I need a flashlight..." because I’m obviously blind Now, one more time... Kiss me good-bye, I’m signing off. A life less plagued.

I think it's about Ryan and a girl who are in love but can see that they're killing each other. They know how destructive their relationship is to themselves and each other but desperately want to keep it going.