I’m Losing touch with what I love

It’s something I can’t say enough

I Fill my lungs with air and scream at the sun

I can see what’s on the other side

It seems like a life

I would die for

I would die for

Screaming bloody murder

Singing for a love much further

Don’t tap out

We’ll figure this out

Wrapping around indecision and choking the bitch out

Bram Stoker

Impaling the devil

At him I shout

And say

“Everything is bliss”

Can’t figure this kid out

Every time I come back

A comeback is imminent

Everytime I run back to your arms

Things are different

Now that I’m older I see the problem is me

But now that I’m older I solve the problem with ease

Residual