It is my birthday. It is a new year. I should be happy that I am still here.
Light up a new joint. Put on an old shirt. Try to remember forget how my brain works.
But I could read a book a night before this year.
I knew every word, their definitions clear.
But now in stealth i check thesaurus. it´s become my guilty mistress.
So I heave my breath at burning wax because I know that spark ain´t coming back.
And I heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain´t coming back.
It is my birthday. I´ve got all my friends here.
They haven´t been talking as of lately. They´ve all found new bro´s and babies.
I have smoked away my pride.
I have smoked away my pride.
There is nothing but the cinders of it inside.
But I believed in more than nothingness last year and under every quiet failure it´s still here.
Buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear.
If I could crawl my way out of this grave I just think of all the time I´d save. And I heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain´t coming back.
The stereo´s playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along.
The stereo´s playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along.
The stereo´s playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along.
The stereo´s playing the same old songs,the same old songs, and we still hum along.
And in no time we´ll be spread across the earth,
Donning business suits to show the faceless master what we´re worth.
From our Huggies to Armani and it all seems so rehearsed.
So i heave my breath at burning wax cause i know that spark ain´t coming back.
i heave my breath at burning wax cause that spark ain´t coming back.
It is my birthday.