I know the tricks of the trade
I've said it all before
And all I spewed were lies
But some of the greatest things
Start off as half assed jokes
That I have to force myself into believing

It's sorta hard to tell
When you really start believing
There's no sure shot
No set time
No way to really tell that you believe
Or when you're underwater
All of it feels the same
And maybe it's just me
But I'm breathing fine

Maybe I just didn't notice the water
In my lungs before
Because I was oh so used to smiles
Painted on faces
And colours splashed on the wall
I have a lot to make my own.
A lot tied to the things that I love
A memory with every note
Crash cities
Run out the people with smoke
The colours run down the wall
And I'm running down the street
So much running
My nose
Tears
I get it.

Words are dull without a blade to sharpen
And I really only have to take stabs at myself
Because hey,
Who else is there to blame?