Every day
I pull the covers up and fake that it's ok
Poor men pray for time from racing the fate they're facing
Let me play from all high priced things that seem to say
It's okay, flip the reasons for your treasons
Every day I pick the pocket from the kid who was forgotten
Hoping I could see him again
Crippled by the easy hedons and all those underlying demons
I try to find your sources again
Every day I build the borders up and see myself away
We all stay inside afraid of lives we could be living
I hear a day with all the voices on the porches laying claim
It's ok, you were just needin on a lead-in
Every day I pick the pocket from the kid who was forgotten
Hoping I could see him again
Broken lives in all the cities until our blood is counterfeited
And all the pleasures zero the sum
Tears of a kind are laying on a lie that knows
The words, you know, not here
Burrowing in fear with the blood of all the lives that knew we could
And then my life had passed me by
