Bright lights and blurred sights.
Unrested, lost faith, holy shit this sour taste is keeping me from everything.
Your happiness and fucking success.
Unkept, no faith this awful state I can't escape is keeping me from living without this pain.
Fuck.
"Like the tide and waves, growing slowly in range."
The same old lines are in need of a change.
Trade in your sunlight for a career.
"To sing the blues you've got to live the tune, and carry on"
And live your life while adding to the news
