Happily apathy

Lay your head down to sleep
Get me through all that's getting me through
Should I say anything?
Let life bring a life-light to sing
Why did I wait with to much haste?



I've got my head trapped
I've got my heart a little ripped
I appreciate all these words
I am losing my grip
That Marlboro smell takes me home
But I'm not going
I'd die alone but I'm not going home
The same old shade-strings hate
The fellow putrid-great


I die daily to make a living
I smell winds with a faint hint
Of sweet onions and fresh clipped grass
I'll take you on
I'll die alone
But I'm not going home
Take me anywhere you want to go
I die daily anyway so
I cant even pick up the phone
I'll take you on
I'll die alone
But I'm not going home
They say the throne
Is made of chrome
I miss the that tone,
of sunsets home-grown...


I will take you on
(I will lose)
I will die alone
(I'm a fuck up)
I'm not going home
(It isn't me, its my nerves)


Care for me to and fro
Watch the ravens stumble
No one knows where to go
Today is my wasteland
Depression bummed my cigarettes
And a lack of apathy sold me my own regrets


I'd die for you
But I'll probably die alone
I'm beginning to think its my road
Lets hope I'm wrong
But the whole world is moving on


I'll take you on
I'll die alone
But I'm not coming home
So send me with love and empathy
Pathetic messages of irony
That's alright, I just wanted to go
I'll take you on
I'll die alone
But I'm not coming home.