So I'm worse for wear
but I wear it well
It's hard to hide a frown if its wearing out.
I could force curved lips
but no one notice
I'd rather save my breath
and accept that
I'll always get over excited
for things I think are completley worth it
I'll always be the boy who falls so hard
that the force of impact breaks his heart

I feel good again
yes I feel warm again
It's all because I finally figured out what I want
I think I've got a chance
to fix these broken hands
And all I need to do is find somebody
who lets me explore all the places
usually saved for young fresh faces
I could make them sweat, want more and scream
I just need to find somebody who wants me

I can't take no more ket
I can't drink anything else
because I'm only denying myself
maybe i should take a hammer
and let it meet my head
maybe I should do the world a favour
and just stay in bed
because I'm a cunt
I'm a prick
and I am full of it

I've always lived with ghosts
of what I crave the most
most of them are fine but some just won't let me sleep
to dream of taking ships
to new distant planets
somewhere I can leave my reputation
I'll start again
I'll try harder
and if it fails well atleast I'm older
and put to use everything that I've managed to learned
until then I gotta wait my turn