singing with a mask

I’ve been sitting here stringing sentences together,

As if it’s any use…

Look at me, I’m always trying to change the weather,

As if you’ll make the move.

But in this old town there’s only one way in 

and one way out.

how come I could never say this to your face, 

but I can say it to a crowd…

Say it to a crowd…

It kind of feels like Closure.

I’ve never been ready to say it before,

But i think we both know it’s over.

there’s No sense in moving closer.

It’s an uphill battle I’m too tired to climb,

plus I know we’d both lose composure…

I’ve heard,

There’s a difference between…

Patience and stagnation and 

The American dream.

Well, I’m dreaming of other things.

I don’t think the house, and dog, and suburbia

Could heal these broken wings…

and I’m tired of feeling like a soldier.

but Not the brave and honorable kind,

The broken one, who can’t get sober…

I kind of wish that it was over…

I’m tired of going through the motions

Of a man who was too weak to hold her.

It’s crazy,

what solitude can do for you.

You can remember who you are.

Or you can lose yourself in a whole day,

Laying naked on the ground 

Next to your guitar!

but nothing Of substance Can come out,

When you’re still running from your past.

And I know that this will never hit the airwaves,

So why am I still singing with this mask?

…singing with a mask…