Super Faded

That light, oh it used to shine like a thousand suns. You could feel the warmth. Now it's cold and blue. That life, some things just aren't for you. You can only have things once you don't want them and what you want you can never have.

Dark Days

We move through rain soaked streets like ghosts in search of our final resting place. Every moment feels strained like we've over stayed our welcome in someone else's home. When that which was exciting becomes dull and flavorless; what's a poor boy to do? What are ya gonna say now, this too shall pass? These are dark days, indeed. And as that light gets dimmer it becomes more clear what the next steps should be.