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Bayside Sirens And Condolences

living. Maybe giving up's not bad, but part of letting go of you. If I surrender to this feeling maybe all the aches and pains will go and I can close

You wanted to know just what makes me tick, I guess I could say that, You and your bullshit, Are pushing me towards an explosion. I guess you're what

we find out in the end it's only us that we've been kidding so find the darkest place and search under blankets for me smothering myself in this darkness i am lying down tonight and

intent on dropping me back down. Are you like this, afraid to be yourself? And if you somehow get through all of this without hating yourself for all of it and

black and i'm awake lying on the ground. the grass beneath my feet is hard and cold just like i've come to be. the stars are gone behind the clouds and

cracked and dirty face Is look up from underneath my feet, It's staring at the hallow, broken boy, Who's lost and wandering these same old streets, And