There is a certain way we move these chains
Like a watch in a box that doesn't tell time
But instead just gives it
It all starts to bleed into miles that separate
Or phone calls that aren't on pace
Like the chemicals my grandfather gave me
Disarrayed and misconstructed
The wrong blend
But my only vice is the will to give in
To the only feeling that has ever felt (worth it)
Excuseless, trying to figure what's worth keeping

When I don't hate anyone else
Like half as much as I hate myself
It numbs in the never ending quiet that burns my eyelids
Learning to learn between the lines of (I want you to be free)

I want you to be free
To drink in the sex and the sleaze
The mud and the greed
Put a gun in the mouth of the sky and just breathe

Or to where I can bathe in my own conscience
Sometimes I wake up in the ER with a needle in my arm
Or in the back of a mangled car
In the silence before the light comes
But it always ends the same
With a flood coursing through my veins
Love is love
Return to dust
Love is love
Return to dust