Nobody quite knows
Just how loud it is
From the inside of their car
What’s not depicted as another excuse
Oh please just one more
Let’s hope this one
Holds more hope
Broken broken broken
Let’s try to fill a void
Rolling punches
Let’s roll with the punches
Will Feel right the second time
Another half across the line
Getting closer, getting closer
A trip home, stumbles
It’s where the heart is
But the most recent trip home
Would have enough to warrant enough
Until it wasn’t enough
Cause nobody quite knows
Just how loud it is
From the inside of their car
Lack of consistency
Overcast skies
Yet there’s a cast to break the mould
Done morning
What’s next
Highs low-lows
No steps
It’s not in numbers
It’s been found it the words
Not yet to invent such a description
Of a life worth preserving
Whilst past grief remains, love laughs
In the face of a lack of love
Inside four lonely rubbled walls
No tools were provided
And now its broken
A chance to flick another strike
A hit or miss with no main light
And I’ll beg for the day to come as i push it
Away further and further
Into another shuffled combination of life’s cruellest cards
No rhyme for this reason
No hands roll for she is watched
A chance to flick another strike
I’ll feed the day and I’ll starve the night
And I’ll beg for the day to come as I push it
Away further and further
Into another shuffled combination of life’s cruellest cards
No rhyme for this reason
No hands roll for she is watched
Still
Still
