The Innocence Saga VIII: Right Here Waiting (2009)

Actors

• F.H. Canales Jr. (actor)
• Sergio Cantu (actor)
• Michael Collazo (actor)
• Sally Colombo (actor)
• Jay Curtis (actor)
• Marc Daratt (actor)
• Brandon Duffin (actor)
• Theo Gutierrez (actor)
• Brandon Hall (actor)
• Scott Kirfman (actor)
• Adam Maurer (actor)
• Brett William Mauser (actor)
• Tom McHenry (actor)
• David Medellin (actor)
• Wesley Blake (actor)

Genres

• Action

After the Day 2: Before the Knight (2009)

Actors

• T.J. Canales Jr. (actor)
• Sergio Cantu (actor)
• Michael Collazo (actor)
• James A. House (actor)
• Jake Jecmenek (actor)
• David Medellin (actor)
• Gary Minter (actor)
• Chris Patrie (actor)
• James P. Rice (actor)
• James P. Rice (actor)
• Talon Rios (actor)
• Ernesto Rosas (actor)
• Will Scoville (actor)
• Gary Teague (actor)
• Ed Burlett (actor)

Genres

• Horror

Taglines:

His Story Begins with The End

Strach (1964)

Actors

• Vlastimil Canek (actor)
• Vladimír Cech (actor)
• Miroslav Cermák (actor)
• Karel Cernoch (actor)
• Vítezslav Cerny (actor)
• Miroslav Ceský (actor)
• Vlastimil Fisar (actor)
• Zdenek Hodr (actor)
• Rudolf Hrusínský (actor)
• Vladimír Huber (actor)
• Václav Lohniský (actor)
• Josef Mráz (actor)
• Miroslav Nohýnek (actor)
• Jan Pohan (actor)
• Radoslav Brzobohatý (actor)

Genres

• Crime
• Drama

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Pacer - Cheap Girls
• Pacer - The Amps
• Pacer - AMPS
• Sourpuss - Pacer
• Making Plans - Pacer
• Red Shirts - Pacer
• Rediscovering The Telephone - Pacer
• When It's Over - Pacer
• Xgu16x - Pacer
• Be a man - Pacer
• Explainer I Hardly Know Her - Pacer
• Lonely Critics - Pacer
• Ice Eater - Pacer
• Everything's Fucked - Pacer
• The Long Drop - Pacer
• Little Avalons - Pacer
• Flags - Pacer
• Flutters - Pacer
• Circles Around A Square - Pacer
• Roads - Pacer
• Pasternak - Pacer
• Everything's Fine - Pacer

I've been put out, I've been blown to pieces
Singing... every coming reasons
Steady looking out
... I thought we were... tonight and out in the... corner...
... something matter, I'ma get it ...
I'm looking for a ...and a freedom feeling
And everyone knows I'ma ... mine
We ... looking something, ...
And it's a ... essence, ... inside my head... really get it, never
I'm always heading out, I'm always heading out

Now I like to get loud
I like to go to the other side
Just to think, you were just passin' by
Ridin' around
You spat in my eye
Just to think, you were just passin' by
We were hike to hike
Breezing by
You broke the pace
Just a twisted kid, never learned to ride
Now I like to get loud
I like to go to the other side
Just to think, you were just passin' byWe were hike to hike
Breezing by
You broke the pace
Just a twisted kid, never learned to ride
Now my wheels are off the ground
They keep spinnin' 'round
Just to think, you were just passin' by
Now I like to get loud
Go to the other side
Just to think, you were just passin' by

Now I'd like to get out
I'd like to go to the other side
Just to think, you were just passin' by
Ridin' around
You spat in my eye
Just to think, you were just passin' by
We were eye to eye
Breezing by
You broke the pace
Just a twisted kid, never learned to ride
Now I'd like to get out
I'd like to go to the other side
Just to think, you were just passin' by
We were eye to eye
Breezing by
You broke the pace
Just a twisted kid, never learned to ride
Now my wheels are off the ground
They keep spinnin' 'round
Just to think, you were just passin' by
Now I'd like to get out
Go to the other side

Thought you’d find me lying on my back?
Head in my hands, heart feeling flat.
Well I admit I took time to fix myself
and to learn how to spend time with someone else.
At the time I had no perspective,
when I said those words, I really meant it.
I don’t regret how it came about
but still there’s a sour taste that’s in my mouth.
Wide eyes and idealistic, that’s the way I try to see
things.
Call me an idiot but don’t call me a liar
I don’t regret it, I’m glad that we tried it.
I guess I’ll learn how not to get burned x2
Was this all an anomaly - a fucked up lesson in anatomy?
Wont find me down on my knees,
Screaming, demanding for apologies.
And my friends, they were there to witness.
They saw the start, the resulting sickness.
I felt confused, many thoughts in head.
I’m Not really angry, just disappointed.
Wide eyes and idealistic, that’s the way I try to see
things.
Call me an idiot but don’t call me a liar
I don’t regret it, I’m glad that we tried it.

“You’re still here?”
“I know i guess I’m stuck,
blaming lack of motivation on my bad luck”
You’ve been around the world in the year that has past
and I’m here like an idiot, nose pressed against the
glass.
Blame work, blame money, blame everyone not me.
It’s taken seeing you again to knock sense into me.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Put my future in my own hands.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Stop making useless resolutions
and start making plans.
At one point
with all of this I was content.
But I’ve got restless, so let’s be reckless again.
You life it can grow stale, lamenting limited means.
Time to make a plan and tear this life apart at the
seams.
There are times when I overcompensate for my lack of
confidence.
This is me helping myself, pulling myself out of my
shell.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Put my future in my own hands.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Stop making useless resolutions
and start making plans.
“You’re still here?”
“I know i guess I’m stuck,
I’m blaming lack of motivation on my bad luck”
You’ve been around the world in the year that has past
and I’m here like an idiot, nose pressed against the
glass.
Blame work, blame money, blame everyone not me.
It’s taken seeing you again to knock sense into me.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Put my future in my own hands.
I thought now I’d try to fix my life.
Stop making useless resolutions

She said “I wanna see the world”
And I said “hey I do to!”
But she said “well that’s the problem,
I don’t want to see it with you”
You can be so in sync
That it makes you sick.
Then you realise
you don’t see eye to eye.
We kiss in thunderstorms
persuade ourselves it’s perfect.
We’ll build for years and years,
to realise it’s all worthless.
Lie there with your head on my heart
and listen to the beats.
We’ll say that we’re in love?
We don’t know what that means.
So tell me at what point,
does it get better?
Foolish hearts looking for love,
foolish souls all sat alone.
Loneliness,
It always leads to longing.
And then you realise
You are obsessed over nothing.
We kiss in thunderstorms
persuade ourselves it’s perfect.
We’ll build for years and years,
to realise it’s all worthless.
Lie there with your head on my heart
and listen to the beats.
We’ll say that we’re in love?
We don’t know what that means.
And “young love” will tear itself apart,
tear you up and break you down,
you’re gonna fall apart.
But honestly I’m telling you it will get better.
You’ll run through thunderstorms
to find that one whose perfect.
You’ll Build it for years and years
and realise that it’s worth it.
Lie there with your head on my heart
and listen to the beats.
We’ll say that we’re in love
And we’ll know what that means.
And this love will go straight your heart.
Build you up and strengthen you,
you’ll never fall apart.

Digit to digit, glad that I picked up the phone and
called you. Because it’s been so long and since we last
spoke I think I almost broke myself. So won’t you pick
my up my friend.
Let’s put our shoulders to the wheel Tom. Let’s get in
my car and drive to see the people that never came to
the City. Visit places where we watched them drink
their youth away, we’ll recollect, while we sit and
listen to Save the Day.
Some songs, make me sad that they are gone and some
times I wonder what they’re doing now. But mostly I’m
just glad that you’re still by my side. So skip a track
and let’s continue to drive.
We’ll sing that we are space cadets, sometimes I think
that I’m loosing my mind. Forgetting all the good and
bad times. Remind me of faces, names and times and
dates and shows. Growing up sucks, I guess that’s the
way it has to go.
Some songs, make me sad that they are gone and some
times I wonder what they’re doing now. But mostly I’m
just glad that you’re still by my side. So skip a track
and let’s continue to drive.
Every word in every song, they gave us hope to carry
Some songs, make me sad that they are gone and some
times I wonder what they’re doing now. But mostly I’m
just glad that you’re still by my side. So skip a track

A heavy fog hangs in these places.
Separating each of us
obscuring faces.
Repeated Questions, Repeated Questions.
Small talk is fucking aimless
I guess we’ll have to admit it,
even if we don’t want to face it.
When it’s over (yeah it’s over)
I guess we’ll have to admit it,
even if we don’t want to face it.
When it’s over (yeah it’s over)
When it’s over, When it’s over, just move on.
Keep your eyes down, keep your mouth shut.
Moving on, growing apart.
Answer my questions. Answer my questions.
We’re so obnoxious, we should be helping
Divided opinions
laid onto the table
resenting new beginnings
in any way we’re able

Apathy spreads from person to person. They all think that
their lives are worthless. Nothing for them to contribute
to. But I know that isn’t true. I’ll keep talking, if
you’re not listening. Just hope the message sinks in.
Same room, same walls, same town, same faces, same heart,
same scars, same roads, same places. We’ve got a lot to
do but we won’t give up on you. Get a job, read a book,
get outside, make friends, quit the smokes, quit the
drink, love yourself and learn to think. We’ve got a lot
to do but we won’t give up on you.
You’re not finished - barely even started. Hard on you
when the rest departed. The path you’re on will lead to a
dead end. Remember you’ve still got friends. I’ll keep
talking, if you’re not listening. Just hope the message
sinks in.
Same room, same walls, same town, same faces, same heart,
same scars, same roads, same places. We’ve got a lot to
do but we won’t give up on you. Get a job, read a book,
get outside, make friends, quit the smokes, quit the
drink, love yourself and learn to think. We’ve got a lot
to do but we won’t give up on you. x 2 ‘Cause summer’s

What does it take to be a man?
I thought I know once but I still don’t understand
The destinations out in front of me.
How I get there is a mystery.
Here’s how I was ; Young but not stupid.
And how I felt ; Misled not useless.
Right now, mind clouded by the fog,
of who I am and who I wish I was.
But I don’t even know!
I’ve got a book filled with clumsy sentences
meaningless sentiments and overworked adjectives.
I’ve got a room’s filled with all the things I need
to distract me from ever trying to succeed.
But will I even know?
Hand up, eyes shut, I’ve had enough I give up.
Broken back, I’m on my knees. Give me space to try to
breath.
Does it even show, when I get there will I know?
“who I want to be” is gonna be the end of me!

I said, “I’d never write a love song”
It always seemed to be so fucking easy.
All the rhymes all sound the same,
and all the metaphors seem sleazy.
It’s a crutch to be singing I miss you
but I miss you, so what am I to do?
You said to me, “will you think of me?”
A stupid question. A stupid question!
I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing.
I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic.
I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
Don’t forget things learnt is past lessons.
Who said life would be so fucking easy?
Your rhetoric is sounding lame and
Your defense was never pleasing.
You licked your wounds so long that it’s become a vice.
You’re staying in and counting bruises every night.
I said to you, “do you still think of me?”
A stupid question. A stupid question.
I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing.
I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic.
I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.
I’m in love.
And as I sit here amongst the rubble that I will call
my home.
I think of you, it makes me smile and I hope you know.
That even here across the sea in this lonely empty room
My bones may break, my feet may bleed
My ligaments tear but my heart stays true!
I am restless, I am pacing, agitated, my heart racing.
I am nervous, I am scared.
I am restless, apathetic, a room full of anesthetic.
I am nauseous, I am tired, I am dumb.

Gloves off! I gotta scream it! I’m tired of the
bitching, I’m tired of the cynics. If you’ve got
nothing constructive to say then stop complaining or
step up to the plate. Your opinion is one point of
view, maybe hold your tongue, stop complaining ‘bout
what others do. If you’ve got nothing constructive to
say then stop complaining or step up to the plate.
Be selective with your process. Be assured of your own
motives. Be critical but not a critic, don’t let
yourself end up a cynic.
Gloves off! I gotta scream it! I’m tired of the
bitching, I’m tired of the cynics. If you’ve got
nothing constructive to say then stop complaining or
step up to the plate. Your opinion is one point of
view, maybe hold your tongue, stop complaining ‘bout
what others do. If you’ve got nothing constructive to
say then stop complaining or step up to the plate.
I’m not saying that we should not debate, But your
views are biased by your hate. Disregarding facts,
don’t know what’s true! All that’s important is your
point of view. Be selective with your process. Be
assured of your own motives. Be critical but not a
critic, don’t let yourself end up a cynic!
Gloves off! I gotta scream it! I’m tired of the
bitching, I’m tired of the cynics. If you’ve got
nothing constructive to say then stop complaining or

Nervously awaiting your arrival
I’ve got the whole night planned out.
And I will be suave, I mean a real gentleman.
I will be so glad that I left the house.
It’s been many months and I’m loosing my patience
with my own inadequacies.
But maybe with luck you’ll be love struck,
I’m not as confident as I may seem
This words sit on a dim lit screen
and meaning tries to burst through every seam
woven in characters : what I want to say
but will they ever get to see the light of day.
I’m so fed up with my hang ups,
I’ve got to stop I’ve got to stop I’ve got to stop
repeating myself, repeating these actions
i’ve got too many dead ends, too many distractions.
I’m not one for Ice Breaking.
The thought of it leaves me chilled.
But I’ll tell you a story about
a stupid thing I’ve done,
you’ll get to know how I really feel.
Now you sit opposite, I try to read your face.
my heart beats fast from the coffee in my veins.
I tell you of my lack of faith and how I don't believe
in fate
as reason we sit here today.
So tell me a joke or Tell me a story
Tell me your favourite songs and of past glories
‘cause inside there’s a flame and I can feel it growing
and I can tell by your face that it is showing.
I’m not one for Ice Breaking.
The thought of it leaves me chilled.
But I’ll tell you a story about
a stupid thing I’ve done,
you’ll get to know how I really feel.
All of my stories seem to end the same way
with “what I wanted to” or “I should have said”.
Will I’ll leave this night as one of them
and will I stand there motionless.

I was in a rut, obsessed with everything I have not got.
I was a full stop, bereft of words - a lonely little dot.
So I made a plan, to end this sentence and become a man
I will make a start, I will make a stand
I don’t believe in fate, what we see is serendipity.
And these things I hate, sometimes they get the better of
I had a stupid idea, it will will make you laugh
These circumstances never change unless you’re the one to
start.
So when everything’s broken, when it’s all fucked.
Don’t be content to sit and waste away, accepting that
you're stuck.
There are places where we wait and there are ones where
will will waste away.
Rooms can become catacombs if you don’t make your own
better days.
And now across the sea, the lake reflects the best of me.
On two wheels I ride, ever increasing speed.
I made a list and I worked hard, I travelled long, I
traveled far.
I return back to the start and carve those words across

Feet to the floor, I don’t know where to go but I can’t
stay here any more. I count the cracks to pass the
time, to make sure your stare don’t catch mine. I pace
the room, I count the fixtures, find old wounds and
tear out the sutures. Pack my bags, I turn around. 4
More words and then it’s feet to the ground.
I’m getting sick of singing these platitudes, but until
all this is out I think that’s all that I can do.
We headed east looking for comfort, welcoming doors
lead to welcoming floors. 2 minutes 30, will you
indulge me ‘cause I nearly lost myself tonight.
A friends floor, once well used, has recently become my
home. I packed my life into boxes and left before my
eyes turned to crosses. Left behind a familiar place,
filled with cold indifferent faces. Filled the van with
the last load, 4 wheels turn to face the road.
I’m getting sick of singing these platitudes, but until
all this is out I think that’s all that I can do.
We headed east looking for comfort, welcoming doors
lead to welcoming floors. 2 minutes 30, will you
indulge me ‘cause I nearly lost myself tonight. I
nearly lost myself but now I’m alright.
nd though the situations changed and even though you
both felt the same - Staying here will not be good for
you. Though the situations changed and you thought you
both felt the same - Staying here will probably kill
you. I just wanted us to pull through, it turns out I

I’m running, I’m running my self ragged
Everybody wants that pound of flesh
There’s not much left.
I’m running, I’m running my self raw
The unsubtle sense of grinding,
These facts that we try and hide in.
And in the end what do we get,
Except for years of regret?
We waste our lives on things
That we all end up hating
Do we get what we ask for?
Do we get excuses?
‘till your dead inside
Nothing behind the eyes
We work on and on
For our little Avalons
I’m running, I’m running out of excuses
All the lies we tell ourselves
You know it’s useless
I’m running, I’m running out of time
A long drop from a short rope,
It’s a circle, hope-despair-hope
We take for granted our health
We put our hopes up on the shelf
We waste our lives on things
That we’ll end up hating
Do we get what we ask for?
Do we get excuses?
‘till your dead inside
Nothing behind the eyes
We work on and on
For our little Avalons
Little avalon, where has it gone?
I enjoy the sweat.
I enjoy the toil.
But only if working towards my goals
I’ll enjoy the sweat.
I’ll enjoy the toil.
But where are my goals?
We waste our lives on things
That we’ll end up hating
Do we get what we ask for?
Do we get excuses?
‘till your dead inside
Nothing behind the eyes
We work on and on

Sell everything that you once owned,
On the internet, and move out of home.
Get an education or start paying rent.
You soon forget what those songs meant.
So here is your youth, packed into boxes.
Which ideals were yours?
Which were the fashionable choices?
Here’s you opinions
and the lives you led.
I remember the conversations.
Every word we said.
These shirts were monuments to the places we had been,
They’re stacked like folded flags, reminders of who you
used to be.
We all drift from scene to scene,
you forget the words, like you forget me.
Move to the city,Get a good job.
Maybe live somewhere pretty,
maybe you’ll find god!
So here’s your “new life”. the new things you own.
Here’s your new friends,
forget the ones back home.
Look back on those years
and the times we spent
and remember the conversation.
and the words we said.
These shirts were monuments to the places we had been,
They’re stacked like folded flags, reminders of who you
used to be.
And you said “aren’t we a generation, whose songs all
have been sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
“aren’t we a generation, whose songs all have been
sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
Remember the past to keep my feet on the ground.
Remember the songs and I still sing them loud.
Remember the shows and all that we went through.
I remember the past and I’ll remember you.
And you said “aren’t we a generation, whose songs all
have been sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing
in my ears.
“aren’t we a generation, whose songs all have been
sung?”
We’re still here and I can’t hear you over the ringing

Flutters and I feel stupid again,
tell me you didn’t know what was on the next page.
You self flagellate, while you procrastinate.
Not get easier, not getting easier.
Think about where your eyes wander because,
wondering eyes, wandering eyes.
Are gonna lead to bad memories
Making new scars over old surgeries.
Show me your cuts, show me your bruises.
You act the way that your heart chooses.
Show me your cuts, show me your bruises.
You act the way that your heart chooses.
Who needs self destruction when you are falling apart?
Got nihilism down to a fine art.
Guts on the floor, I just exploded.
A broken heart my sleeve?
Yeah you know it.
Can’t hold this tongue no more I’m gonna swallow it,
Or maybe cut it off and let you borrow it.
Use it to seal the package of the last 6 years.
Here’s to the next 6 with a few less tears.
And I’m stuck, wondering why it still feel’s the same
and yet I want it to die. And I’m repeating a second-
hand question
or crippling myself trying to learn the same lesson.
I never say what I think
I keep things to myself, a big mouth never treated me
well.
And all the worst things that I can be,
they spill out and get the best of me.
Flutters and I feel stupid again,
tell me you didn’t know what was on the next page.
You self flagellate, while you procrastinate.
Not get easier, not getting easier.
Think about where your eyes wander because,
wandering eyes, wandering eyes.
Are gonna lead to bad memories
Making new scars over old surgeries.
Who needs self destruction when you are falling apart?
Got nihilism down to a fine art.
Guts on the floor, I just exploded.
A broken heart my sleeve?
Yeah you know it.
Can’t hold this tongue no more I’m gonna swallow it,
Or maybe cut it off and let you borrow it.
And as I kick and as I curse

Change that expression kid, ‘cause you got it twisted.
Get your shoes on, touch the floor beneath, take a deep
breath and ungrit your teeth ‘cause sometimes you win
it but mostly you loose. So take what you will and you
learn from what you choose. You’re overwhelmed by all
that you can’t see. Your head’s stuck in all the
geometry.
You’ll turn a corner and see something unexpected -
That you said words that you never meant.
And I am trying to help you see this from the right
angle. But the times are changing and they’ll be better
soon. And then we’ll sing songs about this.
Another corner, you’re feeling lost, you want them back
at any cost.
And as your sense of loneliness grows, you’re too
scared to let it show. Talk to me, you’ll see its worth
it. Our symmetries near enough perfect. We’ll count up
the angles and then make you complete again, and if you
find there’s a bit missing at least your friends are
there to listen.
Another corner, you’re on your way. One step closer,
you’ve got what you want to say.
And I’m trying to help you see this from the right
angle. But the times are changing and they’ll be better
soon. And then we’ll sing songs about this.
‘Cause I’m trying to help you see this from the right
angle. But the times are changing and they’ll be better
soon. And then we’ll sing songs about this.
Another corner, back where you began? Take what you’ve

These roads were long, they’ve lead to dead ends.
The trials were hard and now we are not friends.
The hardest part, the hardest part?
Now we don’t talk, now we don’t write
and that's the part that I don’t like.
It’s for the best, I guess it’s for the best.
I’ll cut off my tongue to spite my mouth,
not talking getting much easier now.
We don’t talk as we...we have nothing left to say.
We had some good times but there’s been better days,
We’ve had problems we’ve solved in better ways.
Another empty song of how it all went wrong?
So I broke my fingers to spite my brain.
The words I typed always came out the same.
I’ll cut off my tongue to spite my mouth,
not talking getting much easier now.
We don’t talk as we...we have nothing left to say.
Please forgive me all my wrongs.
I’m only learning, yeah I’m only learning.
When you speak, you speak in tongues.
My ears burning, my ears are burning.
So I’m walking in circles, trying to find my way.
I’ll stop and bury my head, this is my resting place.
We all deal with problems in many different ways.
We all feel like this but don’t know what to say.
Pretty much useless, tired of my own excuses.
I’ll cut off my tongue to spite my mouth,
not talking’s that much easier now.

Looking for advice in other people’s words. I’m lost in
their notions and I’m drowned in their verbs. I’ll write
my own notes between over used similes, searching for
values that are valid.
My hang ups have hung high this time. There’s no stopping
getting older, no matter how hard we try. What do you
take me for? A torn out page, note in the margin. You
know I’m nothing but a man.
An exchanged glance, A turn of phrase, A footnote on the
end page. It’s all getting so predictable as we pick a
part, choose your role. Reality versus aspiration, We’re
growing up but we’re not maturing.
Recently I think I lost my way.
My hang ups have hung high this time. There’s no stopping
getting older, no matter how hard we try. What do you
take me for? A torn out page, note in the margin. You
know I’m nothing but a man.
Recently I think I lost my way. Overly negative, with
nothing good to say. Well right now I’m keeping pace, I’m

It was a good night, just look at me - Tired but happy.
From the outskirts practicing and then back to the
City. And there I sat, content but worn. My mind goes
blank, drink in the night. Watch as droplets of rain
reflect in the street lights. And there I sat, content
but -
You sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your life,
you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half truth, it
might be a lie, but I’m fine. Your questions come out
easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over mine. It
might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but I’m fine.
Yeah everything’s fine.
“How’s your new house? How’s your family? Does this
make you feel awkward? Why won’t you look at me?”
But you sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your
life, you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half
truth, it might be a lie, but I’m fine. Your questions
come out easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over
mine. It might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but
I’m fine. Everything’s fine.
Nervous shakes, awkward muttering. Hear the breaks,
count the stuttering. Wide eyes, tired throats. Old
smiles, I can’t cope. So don’t sit so close to me,
we’ve got nothing left to say. So don’t sit so close to
But you sit down next to me and tell me ‘bout your
life, you ask me “how is mine?” It might be a half
truth, it might be a lie, but I’m fine. Questions come
out easy, as I feel my pulse race, I stumble over mine.
It might be a half truth, it might be a lie, but I’m