By the Candlelight

One more mental cavity (Long Long ago) Past is the past Give myself a hand I won't slip through the cracks Nothings ever black and white Hiding out in plain sight I know that it's not right Air I breathe is gone tonight Pretty good to meet you Remember all the things that I put you through Every single bruise that I left stayed blue All the deep cuts that I made bled through All the times I didn't let you be you Faking something else So I wasn't see through Playing mans game Stuck like glue Couldn't break loose Couldn't break loose (Long Long ago) Past is the past Give myself a hand I won't slip through the cracks It's like a shank in the stomach Seven days a week Whether I'm awake or asleep The fall is very steep alright Take a leap or you sink Expand or you shrink It's hard to see you like this All full of holes in the soul like swiss A swing and a miss I guess I got however long I live to kiss bliss (It's called the American dream, but you have to be asleep to believe in it) (Fuck those people) Yeah (Fuck that shit) Hear that fucking train horn Wake you up from your sleep Got you feeling reborn Yeah Sitting by the candlelight Day fades into night Loosing sight like a salamander Who the fuck are you trying to impress Chickens with the heads cut off Dollar brawlers always looking to oppress That fancy footwork and finesse