It is my birthday, It is a new year.
I should be happy, that I am still here.
Light up a new joint, Put on an old shirt.
Try to remember, forget how my brain works.
But I could read a book a night before this year.
And I knew every word, their definition's clear.
But now in stealth I check thesaurus - it's become my guilty mistress.
So I heave my breath at burning wax,
cause I know that spark ain't coming back.
And I heave my breath at burning wax,
cause that spark ain't coming back.
It is my birthday, I've got all my friends here.
We haven't been talking as of lately,
They've all found new bros and babies.
I have smoked away my pride,
I have smoked away my pride.
There is nothing but the cinders of it inside.
But I believed in more than nothingness last year,
and under every quiet failure it's still here.
Buried breathing under 18 years of tragedy and fear.
If I could crawl my way out of this grave,
just think of all the time I'd save.
And I heave my breath at burning wax,
because that spark ain't coming back again.
(Stereo's playing the same old songs, the same old songs, but we still hum along)
[X4]
"What up now, lets go!"
And in no time we'll be spread across the earth,
donning business suits to show the faceless master what we're worth.
From our Huggies to Armani and it all seems so rehearsed.
So I heave my breath at burning wax,
cause I know that spark ain't coming back.
And I heave my breath at burning wax,
cause that spark ain't coming back.
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