Well, my heart is all closed and I'm feeling more alone - I can see the difference between you and me. I can feel it in the air, ya know, all that change that I fear. I try to muster all my strength to get out of here. But I'm feeling a little lonely, yeah, no one was to be around me. I'm awkward and I'm learning to be free. I try to pull myself up, yes, I try to believe in love, but the idea is just attacking. So I called up some old friends and told them that I had a place - something to make you all somehow understand. It's not me that wants this, it's the air I breath that makes me feel lifeless, yes, I'm just smashing my fists. And it's a cold night when I can see the air, no, I'm not the only who had a bad year. But my soul is just breaking and I tend to find myself making more bad decisions.

Well, I was a boy before I thought I was poet, and I was poet before I wrote these songs. So I'm writing down my feelings in hopes that I will never find them fleeting, no, I'm just capturing it all in memory. But, according to those singing boys, they are telling me I have a lot to learn and I'm finding that I do have a choice. To hug and not shove all the people that I live - you know it's perfect if it's not corrupt, no, it's all perfect if it's what you love. And it's a cold night when I can see the air, no, I'm not the only who had a bad year. But my soul is just breaking and I tend to find myself making more bad decisions.

Now, I try to follow that line and accept the pain and beauty of this life, but I'm struggling with these wheels that drive my heart to fear this souther blue sky, and I'm telling myself I'm fine. I'm telling myself I'll be alright, no, I told you I'll be just fine. And it's a cold night when I can see the air, no, I'm not the only who wants to get the hell out of here. But my soul is just breaking and I tend to find myself making more bad decisions.