weary kind

dead of the night.
no ones in sight, and I
feel like im fading to jade.
i bid you a farewell.
and oh i know its so swell.
whos the one laughing now?
certainly not me.

the cigarettes and powder have left you dry.
the lacarations, hesitations led you away from the light.
and so did I, so did I.
we're both a part, of the weary kind.
bumped and pushed around and kicked down the line.
just pick yourself up, and rage on the fight.

the inspirations dead.
the prophets and the gods have been shot in the head.
i gave you a fair warning but you chose the alternative instead.
why do i waste my breath?
just flies to the air and becons away.
the fog is beginning to decay.
jade........

your crazy heart's been locked down and confined.
falling in and out of love like the answers you'll never find.
fall down, that motherfuckin line.
for we are the weary kind.
susceptible to the lie.
of a better life.

your old age has found its peak.
and you cease to speek.
for those 2 weeks.
this bridge is so steep.
just burn in to the ground.
burn it down...........