In light of the truth we stand before you...
Loose cannons with shaky hands.
Sober by morning through our self loathing,
Because the prodigal youth lament their sins.
Some say moral conscience has evaporated,
I’m afraid we don’t see it that way.
In the late night hours we stagger forward
Looking out and up for a better place.
The steps we take away from you,
Aren’t with our feet, they’re with our heads.
We’re naked, dirty, and too far gone.
They said we’d end up this way.
And they say we’re all insane.
If you venture this way, come expecting a mess
Cause every fool has a song
This makeshift virtue is truly painful
Judged for all the things we've done wrong.
This lost generation can’t live forever.
Marked by doubt and fears unlaced.
With dust in our teeth and whiskey in our eyes
We have no idea where our limits lay.
They say we’re all insane.
That’s why they say, we’re all insane…
1 comment:
Cory, dude, thanks for the kind words on my blog. I hope I can entertain, sometimes with a point...sometimes without. And that's really all. I really admire your writing style though. It's extremely poetic and layered...I don't really have that gift, so keep writing your stuff so I can enjoy it. And if you brought your band up to Chicago for a gig, that'd be cool too.
Funny you should mention tennis. I actually have my first doubles match in years tonight. I joined a league up here and I'm playing with another Texan named Cory. He's about 4 times your size though, so we're pretty much gonna focus on owning the net. I'm pretty pumped about playing again.
Tell your family I said hi as well. I'm a big, big fan of the Reinisch's. Always have been, always will be.
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