Twenty-two hours down I-95, all this distance just to know we’re alive. A week on a beach without any waves. We’ll just make our own for all that we gave. Well there’s something wrong here, but I can’t quite figure out what it is. I enjoy the day but I stay up all night. What happens when the writing on the wall doesn’t match the writing on my arms? Should I be afraid? Should I be alarmed? ‘Cause maybe we’re all just lost, and the more lost we are, the better we relate. While we search for what we are, search for what we fake. How long before the notes all run together and the songs become anthems that parody themselves? I scream about the people who I want to be. I live much differently in my ideals than in my actions. At the end of the day, all I can do is profit off the errors of others.
credits
from Mickey,
released November 23, 2011
Lyrics by Craig Shay
Music by Craig Shay, Mike Vizzi, and Sammy Davis Flancbaum Jr.
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