You find it
scraping like gravel against your face
everything you think you know
is lost, not misplaced
i think I fell in love
I think I lost the war
but if there was nothing there
what am i searching for?
I found a fossil of truth
battered and abused
Left to be discovered
hanging by your fucking noose
and this time I'm discovering
that you covered up your tracks
you're not turning back
and this long treck is over
destination truth
No hands to hold
No heart to own
Fuck, I'm alone
Thought I'd make it back home
thought I'd make it well known
I've worn the armor I've out grown
so don't think of me darling
that old noose i've untied
if you're hiding your heart
I'd be searching for lies
cause we both know you've lost it
and I've lost interest in clues
I'm leaving this war tonight
and accepting we both loose
