On this face are pitted lines carved by memories
I can't seem to shake this lost time
Tracing polaroids
The days just don't add up
You have always had the last laugh
Never pulling a punch
And like always, in true fashion
I fold and give up
Hazy eyes turn in tonight
Slow goodbyes, I turn out the lights
All these crooked miles I've walked to the bone
Fabricated smiles I paraded
Falsified
I can't figure out
Who's real and who's fake
Sleeping with a ghost in purgatory
I'm stuck between
The living and the dead
Gazing up at the stars counting constellations
We're all dead
Underneath countless miles of desolation
We wait, tiredly we wait for it all to end