King Of This God Damn City… Broken Thoughts…

Rolling thunder and a heart break
Bracing for impact and the after math
Shattered glass to the face
Blood so thick
There’s no way anyone could survive
Dug deep into the ground
A six foot ditch I’d call home
There’s no way anyone could mistake
What I’ve come here to do
Shattered sense of self
Took what was mine and left myself behind
A road with no happy ending
Stop sign at the corner of heaven and hell
Watching the storm roll in

Everybody is looking for you…

Long list of reasons to keep pushing
Through the darkness I can see the light
Everything laid out in front of me
The history of the world built on the backs
Of everyone who has ever lived
Another step on the path called future
Acting out, living my role in a long chain
Of fucking useless existence

Bleeding out consciousness… Forever stuck with these broken feelings…

Do you remember what you said to me
Do you remember
Because I don’t
The words slip through my mind
Since the day, the day I learned what it meant to die
Do you remember what it was like before
Do you remember
Because I don’t
My life slips by day after day
Since the time, the time before I learned
The difference between death and forgiveness
Do you remember what any of this meant
Do you remember
The thoughts slip on by
Since the day, the day before
The day before I learned
What it means to burn
What it means to drown
What it meant to actually suffer
Do you remember because I don’t

Broken Thoughts
Layne Ambrose

Merch… Threadless… Books… Amazon… Broken Thoughts… Twitter

Is That A Funeral?
Shop Up On TeeSpring

ShirtBook
Now Available

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s