I woke on the floor of Jake's apartment
On the last night of a three month tour
The room was asleep, but we wouldn't speak anyway
I knew what you'd say
So I laid on my back and traced the cracks in the ceiling
And hoped that it would collapse
And put and end to everything
I need this day to end before it puts an end to me

You'll get what you earn
When you're just the fog that the dawn of reality burned
And you're already gone

I woke on the floor and when I turned to find you
You were already out the door
You said
"I can never be free
I need last year back it holds the best of me."

You'll get what you earn
When you're just the fog that the dawn of reality burned
So read it in smoke and all those foul words on which I saw you choke
When you couldn't even believe yourself

You are no friend
You are no foe
You're just another name I should have never known

You were my brother, you were my heart
But some stories burn so others can start
The past is all ash and that's where it should stay
Locked in a box full of yesterdays
And you can hold it tight, and you can keep it close
But that is no place that you should call home
Progress is key
So take what you earn
When some stories start and

Some stories burn