The morning comes

Tv still on

Wanna watch the cartoon starfish preach

Floating around

Try to touch back down

But I'm moving further out of reach

And now tonight you come to hear

These splintered stories of all the years of bad choices

It's becoming clear

You can't escape the crowd of faces

The ringing in your ears

Time was holding out

Laying on a busted couch

Searching for a phrase to send the lights back down

When they turn away, when they disengage

All alone when you get back home

Draw the curtains up against the hеat

On your disconnected phone

Thеre's no dial tone

No one's calling, no one's coming near

She was crystalized

So indiscreet

We were up all night

Keyed up without fear

All big ideas with nowhere to go

So many plans

No center hold

Looking back on all that now

Wonder how we got out

We were just the lucky ones

Scrape and scratch and heal back up

Off the floor

Coming back for more

Could you take it now with your shaking hands

Could you tell me now that i can understand

It was all a game I never learned to play